Sunday, March 21, 2010

Picutres Of The Lupus Rash

London. ChanChanChaChan

From: my blogspot (which will die)
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was his first time. His first plane, the first foreign country, the first island. It was his first strange climate. He took the first subway in the city, visited the first guest (not a hostel, not a hotel) and tested its first Egyptian food. Four days dreamed changed shape diamonds with Indohyus giving rise to whales and Assyrian and Greek life. He dreamed of sleepless nights waiting for buses, trains canceled flights and too expensive.

And then he awoke. A bed too familiar, a cold non-existent and the monotonous sound of the alarm. Stopped dreaming entire days walking and bargaining in English. He woke up cold in the feet and ears frozen. And in the dark room, with blankets warm in and the sound of the laughter of bygone days still ringing,
breathed deeply and smiled. Because the memory will always remain, friendships found and a million blur. And above all, smile because treni want to come back another day.

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