We'll all find our own way to dance and purr so calm down, you think my mind is gone with the wolves but when the sun burns and the oceans dry you will be the one asking where is my mind. 'when i arrive home i'll ask tom to build me a wok the size of that flowerpot so ican host cool dinner parties'Lei 'one room to paint, one to dance, one to eat' hello mr bank can we borrow a couple of mil to start our ever evolving business. We beat the train window like a drum scream the clash and the italians laugh aswe exhaust our energy and bursting adrenilin. i've always looked at those bums in the train stations and wanted to grow up and be just like them with know where to go covered in mud and ripped dreams i laugh uncontrollably looking at us as images out of my dreams. Take a morning wonder the streets coloured pastel fresh fruit markets with old italian fishermen poking at my lip ringmaking jokes about fish hooks headphones in strolling the galleries lining the old marina sun beaming on my face and one huge smile as i smell the salt and hear the waves lapping at the cliffs, please keep me cinque terre, reserve the fastest most exy train to barcelona with 5 min stopover connecting train oh lovely our connecting train is 25 min delay oops we try communicating with italians they laugh at our stupidity and all we do is sit anxiously biting our nails hoping the train cathes up and praying that someone pipes up saying i can help i speak english, laughing nervously about thepossibility of spending the night in some train station 3 italian men sit discussing our situation we watch in anticipation hoping to understand some words they call over aheap of young guys in hope that they can break the language barrier instead the carriage turns into a big conversation of confusion and everyone just ends up laughing and using exaggerated hand movements the situation has moved from stressful to extremely amusing with loud italians yelling over us, we get to platform 1 and everyone jumps off and drags us to platform 18 with one fat italian man with a briefcase leading the crew followed by lei and i, 15 kilos on back and 10 on our fronts and groceries in our hands, we sprint as fastas we can with a heap of people leading us and a heap of young local teens running after us to join in the fun, like in those movies where everyone assists the pregnant lady to the hospital in a mad rush, we make it just before the doors close collapsing in a sigh of relief and miraculous disbelief looking back to a platform full of crazy people laughing and waving at us wondering what the fuck is going on. i love italians!
'powerlines that look like cotton candyin the sun and lollipops dug into the sides of cliffs with tiny windows covered by cloth or weathered slatters allowing little glimpses. I wake up disorientated to a train chugging away thinking that its mollie sniffing at my bedroom door take off my complimentary eye mask see the unfamiliar surroundings remembering im on the train to barcelona left with this thought i get too excited to go back to sleep and instead spend the night listening to spanish podcasts.
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beautiful losers
I want to tell you a story
About a little man
If I can.
A gnome named Grimble Grumble.
And little gnomes stay in their homes.
Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine.
He wore a scarlet tunic,
A blue green hood,
It looked quite good.
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass
Fresh air at last.
Wining, dining, biding his time.
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Hoooooooooray.
Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good?
Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn't it good?
Winding, finding places to go.
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Hoooooooooray.
Hooooooooooooooray.
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