PLAZA ST. ANA Poem by Nyk de Vries

Lisa looked very worried and for a moment I thought she had something important to say, but past the zoo she cheered up again. We walked on to the centre of town and in the evening we took part in a dance competition, which to our surprise we won brilliantly. The celebrations were crazy. An open car was waiting and after a wild drive they dropped us at the Plaza St. Ana, where it was raining confetti. At some stage I found myself in the fountain with the winner's cup, trying to keep my head underwater for ten minutes. I'm not sure anymore why exactly. It just seemed like the right thing to do.