sunday
walking around a new city on a sunday morning, thinking about cakes and the lives you will never live. getting lost. it’s raining and the sloping roof of the opera house makes you miss architecture. a scone with fruits and nuts, the king riding by.
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say hi to that person who never got in touch again… cake was promised today but never came… instead the 3rd bottle of champagne in twenty-four hours… the sloping roof that you’re sure of you’ve never seen… and how to start that message that was postponed infinitely… the colours, the colours and the not speaking up: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyATv_wHKKM&feature=player_embedded – it’s raining too… in front of the door… outside of the house… without the keys… raining for three days, almost non-stop… how to avoid the possible torrent that may come out upon meeting tomorrow…