one day he wrote in the city, one day he wrote about the city…
“You know those ducks near that lagoon right near Central Park South? That little lake? By any chance, do you happen to know where they go, the ducks, when it gets all frozen over? Do you happen to know, by any chance?” I realized it was only a chance in a million.
He turned around and looked at me like i was a madman. “What’re ya tryna do,bud? he sayd.”Kid me?”
thank you… and rest in peace.
de data asta sunt acasa, nu am mai iesit de ceva timp, nu credeam ca o sa fie asa greu sau ca o sa existe o decizie acum. as vrea sa ma trezesc saptamana viitoare si totul sa fie rezolvat pt mine si sa nu mai am decizii de luat, dar nu functioneaza asa…
i guess this is what makes life beautiful, right ?
a trecut o luna in care am ales sa pastrez aceste scurte texte pt mine intrunul sau mai multe carnetele, hotarare pe care am luato cand am realizat cat de mult as avea de postat si am realizat ca nu pot sa umblu cu laptopul dupa mine peste tot, dar daca intro buna zi o sa ma hotarasc sa fac public ceva din ce am scris acesta va fi locul…
