21 July 2016 The light from the window is gradualy becoming dimmer, every morning.
The days are getting shorter again.
Hear the five ante meridiam bells belting out their clamour in the distance.
and then go on to do all the morning things, bathroom, shower, wash hair.
, wash the feet.
No Cat Today
A fresh shirt, and then sit and wait.
There is no cat to be seen or heard anywhere
0h well it was there last night There are five minutes to spare, read the fresh mail on the mobile telephone.
America is making * itself the laughing stock of the civilized world.
at the bus stop see that there is the full moon over the river, the river becoming more sluggish every day now.
The heavy rains have gone now, there is less watter flowing down from the mountains, The bus driver confuses the tickets, forgets to open doors.
Too bad.
The smoker with the pigtail is back, standing at his spot in front of the station.
There is a complete confusion at the café, there is new staff there, slow, confused.
In the end there are three people within the cramped space behind the counter, all getting in each other's way.
So what?
Tote the coffee in it's paper cup and go to the small table opposite the television in the waiting room.
Start to write this account, for whom it may concern.
The platform from which the train will leave has been changed yet again, it will leave from Halton eight.
This is a low platform, it is necessary to crlaat up into the waiting railway carriage.
From this point of view it becomes clear that railway carriages are very tall, with huge metal wheels.
This is not always visible, or apparent.
It is a climb up into The train, clutching a laptop bag and a paper cup of coffee.
The carriage is quite empty.
And the moon has gone behind a cloud
will there be another poem from Portugal?
The days are getting shorter again.
Hear the five ante meridiam bells belting out their clamour in the distance.
and then go on to do all the morning things, bathroom, shower, wash hair.
, wash the feet.
No Cat Today
A fresh shirt, and then sit and wait.
There is no cat to be seen or heard anywhere
0h well it was there last night There are five minutes to spare, read the fresh mail on the mobile telephone.
America is making * itself the laughing stock of the civilized world.
at the bus stop see that there is the full moon over the river, the river becoming more sluggish every day now.
The heavy rains have gone now, there is less watter flowing down from the mountains, The bus driver confuses the tickets, forgets to open doors.
Too bad.
The smoker with the pigtail is back, standing at his spot in front of the station.
There is a complete confusion at the café, there is new staff there, slow, confused.
In the end there are three people within the cramped space behind the counter, all getting in each other's way.
So what?
Tote the coffee in it's paper cup and go to the small table opposite the television in the waiting room.
Start to write this account, for whom it may concern.
The platform from which the train will leave has been changed yet again, it will leave from Halton eight.
This is a low platform, it is necessary to crlaat up into the waiting railway carriage.
From this point of view it becomes clear that railway carriages are very tall, with huge metal wheels.
This is not always visible, or apparent.
It is a climb up into The train, clutching a laptop bag and a paper cup of coffee.
The carriage is quite empty.
And the moon has gone behind a cloud
will there be another poem from Portugal?
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