“Dream when you’re feeling blue. Dream, and they might come true. Dream. Dream. Dream.”
As I sit perched on my balcony with a glass of red wine, I can’t imagine being anywhere else. I’m watching the activity taking place in neighboring buildings. Lights turn on and off as I get a quick peek into illuminated living rooms. The man across the street reminds me of an old Winston. He has a mélange of beautiful pictures and painting hung on huge walls throughout his house. I often wonder what it really looks like inside. Does he ever think of me? Maybe one of these days he will invite me in. There is a man in the building next to me that comes out at precisely 9:00pm every night to light a cigarette. We often nod a hello to each other. The soft perfume of the housemate below me often floats its way to my window. I can smell it now. It reminds me of strawberries and pomegranates. A car drives by blaring American 80’s grooves. What a funny country this is!
Dream ~ Michael Bubble.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
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How picturesque! I feel like I am in Amelie!! I miss you!
G
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