the last night of the holiday
still full of my summer, I am sitting in my surprisingly clean kitchen, waiting for the rice to be done. tomorrow I will start work again. and even though tomorrow night I might be fed up with it again, I am looking forward to it now.
when they will bore me, I shall think of wandering the London streets. when they will anger me, I shall remember driving j.'s scooter through hackney nights, drunk. when they will stress me, I shall recall sitting on finnish rocks, fishing.
and there is more. much more.
when they will bore me, I shall think of wandering the London streets. when they will anger me, I shall remember driving j.'s scooter through hackney nights, drunk. when they will stress me, I shall recall sitting on finnish rocks, fishing.
and there is more. much more.
posted by florian at 19:27
8 Comments:
"..when everything is lonely i can be my own best friend,get a coffee and a paper have my own conversations..with the sidewalk and the pidgeons and my window reflections.." :-)
"..the mask i polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit."
(first wanted to leave this passage,but thats how it goes anywayz..dunno why)
who are you?
what do you mean?
that song is very special to me, and it seems like a weird coincidence you should be quoting it to me.. have we met?
i dont think so.. :-)
the coincidence is that the song is very special to me as well...
thats crazy ;) --
i love bright eyes.especially this lp.ive seen it in your complete profile that you also like their music..this song came in my mind when i read your post.so thats the secret :-)
how cool is that!
its absolutely crazy cool ;-)
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