10 August 2017
awaken, the morning is dark now, dark untill May, 2018. That's the way. Leave the house, into the alley with the glare of the street lanterns, the street lamps, reflecting of the cobblestones surfaces. Wait alone at the bus stop, wait for the bus to arrive. Watch it approach slowly, sneaking along the road. Compared to the big tracks, it is a very low vehicle, and moves steadily, slowly. It stops at the bus stop, the driver looks over, says good morning as the doors open.
Pay the man the one Euro coin and the two ten cent pieces. Bette, dante. Dont call the man a donkey! say bitte danke
At the railway station, waorm through the space where the hundred bicycles are ranked, wish the man with the pigtail a good morning. He is standing at the ash tray, his usual place. The cafe is full of people, hurrying to get their morning coffee and rolls, grasping food out of shelves with long tongs. They will eat it with their hands, the bread and the pastry pieces but in the shop they grasp it with tongs Never understand that.
As the train leaves the station, took over the tracks and see a long line of wagons, each an identical hopper, containing the coarse gravel used by the railway company to rest the tracks upon: first gravel, then sleepers, and on the sleepers the tracks.
Realise that the telephone hasbeen left upon the charger at home. That won't never happen to a modern day teenager. That means that these notes will only be online this evening. That will be late, but
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ante tarde do que nunca.
awaken, the morning is dark now, dark untill May, 2018. That's the way. Leave the house, into the alley with the glare of the street lanterns, the street lamps, reflecting of the cobblestones surfaces. Wait alone at the bus stop, wait for the bus to arrive. Watch it approach slowly, sneaking along the road. Compared to the big tracks, it is a very low vehicle, and moves steadily, slowly. It stops at the bus stop, the driver looks over, says good morning as the doors open.
Pay the man the one Euro coin and the two ten cent pieces. Bette, dante. Dont call the man a donkey! say bitte danke
At the railway station, waorm through the space where the hundred bicycles are ranked, wish the man with the pigtail a good morning. He is standing at the ash tray, his usual place. The cafe is full of people, hurrying to get their morning coffee and rolls, grasping food out of shelves with long tongs. They will eat it with their hands, the bread and the pastry pieces but in the shop they grasp it with tongs Never understand that.
As the train leaves the station, took over the tracks and see a long line of wagons, each an identical hopper, containing the coarse gravel used by the railway company to rest the tracks upon: first gravel, then sleepers, and on the sleepers the tracks.
Realise that the telephone hasbeen left upon the charger at home. That won't never happen to a modern day teenager. That means that these notes will only be online this evening. That will be late, but
l
ante tarde do que nunca.
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