I feel like I am in a romantic movie, 

where I foolishly follow all signs that end up to cuba, 

I make this big decision in an attempt to add some unsteadiness

to everyday life.

I pay for the train tickets while i nibble a pear, like a mouse

Not like a chicken,

or a smug cat,

but like a mouse

I wonder if I would act the same in Denmark instead.

I wonder what the stars there look like.