Saturday morning in Brussels
It's Saturday morning. As you know, coffee is one of the first things on my mind. I arrive at Café de Markten for a coffee and my mind starts reminiscing about Saturday mornings in NY. I crush the thought then and there, I'm not ready to remember, to think back. I get distracted with something else, steer my mind away from thoughts of New York. But then Frank Sinatra plays on the radio ... New York, New York ... C'mon!! is this a joke?! I get my iPhone and start writing this post ... and by now it's Jacques Brel playing on the radio. Much more appropriate.
Postal enviado por Sinapse at 11:24
3 Comments:
Eu sei que tomaste a decisão que querias, mas eu confesso-me: eu detesto Bruxelas (por falar nisso, vou estar mesmo aí de 8 à noite a 11 à tarde - Maio) e ai ai ai, não gosto dos Belgas em geral, mas não detesto nenhum em particular!
Eh pah, eu lá deixava NY pra voltar pra Bruxelas...! Eu pedia que no mínimo me pusessem no escritório de Amesterdão! Agora voltar pra BXL...
Tou com o Frank Sinatra.
=)
Podes continuar a escrever, significa que a Sinapse voltou.
:) Nice to hear from you.
Keep on writing.
and yes..i guess the best way is really to try not to remenber to often.
(from a alwaysmissingnyc kind of girl)
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