Like a painting
18.1.09
15.1.09
A bright array of city lights as far as I can see
The world was dark and God made stars to brighten up the night
But God who put the stars above I don't believe made those lights
For it's just a place for men to cry when things don't turn out right
Just a place to run away and hide behind those city lights.
But God who put the stars above I don't believe made those lights
For it's just a place for men to cry when things don't turn out right
Just a place to run away and hide behind those city lights.
Food festival (εμποροπανήγυρης φαγητού)
they drink that boiled red wine with a mixture of garlic and and and oranges and and spices. bih.
they also eat a lot,
but we don't eat that much, though we would like to,
she eats :/
On the road it was...
very cold,
yummy but cold,
hippie and cold,
nationally proud and proudly cold,
touristic and cold,
spooky and cold,
slippery and cold,
cold?
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