Looking from one of the windows of Hotel La Frégarie at St Juan da Luz
someone may notice sceneries
more or less identical to those I saw, sitting in front of the beach,
including two waves for a short moment stumbling on top of each other,
including, for a short moment, someone in a black sort of raincoat thing, black allright
but not a raincoat,
sticking an umbrella with precise and thoughtless gestures towards the distance in front of him.
A bird included, the magpie, its identical other, there's always two of them,
at work on a nearby slope and later courting, for a moment short.