

Sangria for one! (For one!) The best seat in the house!
(In the house!) Nobody steals my olives,
nobody argues with the sun.
Sangria for one! The couples watch the water.
I watch everything.
Paolo brings the bread before I ask
— twenty summers, he has never once been wrong.
They pity me at eight.
By nine they envy me.
By ten they're fighting in the car park and I am dancing
with the sea.
Sangria for
one! (For one!) The best seat in the house!
Table five is not lonely,
darling. Table five
is a throne.