SLIMMYBONE

Seville, San Julián quarter, summer of 1982. We ended up in Seville. Thats Sofía and me. We rented a rooftop apartment in the San J ulián quarter at number 6, Moravia Square. We were living on top of that aged, sun-baked, white-washed three-storey building. I have fond memories of that blazing heat and those garden hose showers, the geranium flower pots, the deck chairs where we melted in the sun, and Sofías breasts. At that apartment I had my fill of long waits for you, because, damn, you know I spent many an hour waitin g for you. ...[Read more]