Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Tripje LR-RL

Rome was impressive, and heavy, and memorable. Heavy at most, sometimes, then at other times it was as light as a ray of sun touching your skin. The scooters were in abundance and the closeted gay men as well. The buildings and pieces of history were everywhere, I didn't know where to look. The umbrella's were lifethreatening. The kiss was there but the memories failed to remain. The piece of cloth holding my vest together is lost somewhere in Rome. Fortunately I managed to get home safely. Holland is full of flies and raindrops. Full of universities, classes to fall asleep, TV series to be grossed out with. My room is half tidy, half exploded. But I'm fine with it, because my bed is still comfy.

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