“Anyway, I should go because my wife is waiting for me at home. I truly hope I can see you again. I always saunter around the park after 6:00 p.m. Please come here again when you return from Playa Del Carmen. I’ll check some information about Mexican publishes for you. I wish I can give some good news next time I see you. And also I’d like to discuss with you about my poems. It’s been sensational to meet you. Thanks for the peachy chat,” he stands up and offers me a cordial handshake.
“Pleasure is all mine, thanks for the great time. I wish you’ll find a home for your poems in the near future.”
“Thanks for the inspiration. I’ll compose a poem tonight. So long!” he walks away, fondling the left edge of his splendid mustache.
I have never seen anything like that in my life. What a majestic mustache he possesses! It seems to me that his mustache corresponds to his emotion as though it were alive. Anyway, I have to go back to the apartment to be packing for tomorrow. By Jove, he really has the monumental mustache!