My princess works at the local post office,
I mail letters there,
everyday, to people
I don’t know just so
I can see her smile
and stamp my letters with a bang.
90 escudos, she says coups
and hold out her delicate hand.
Finger tips meet,
an electric shock down my spine.
Sweet, unattainable Anna
she will never be mine,
an ocean of years divides us.