London’s lights were bright, I sat on a taxi middle of the night and driver asked which side I liked better, this side of Thames or the other one. I didn’t know. “I like them both, but the other side is quieter.” I felt that I had lost all my English skills, but still the driver tried to have some small talk with me. I was tired, but city was living, living its normal crazy Saturday. People, alcohol, fun, they wanted to forget last week to survive other one. Weather was warm, and when I walked out of a taxi, driver said: “Take care darling.”
Now week behind, tired as hell and going to relax today. Usually I work 10 hours per day plus some weekends so my hours go 40-50 hours per week really easily. Now you can understand why I don’t have that much time to write every day.
xx Lipstick
Voi että tykkään sun teksteistä, osaat ihanasti tarttua hetkeen :)
ReplyDelete...Katottii muute just äsken Taxi Driver, en oikein ymmärtäny sitä.
Kiituksia! Musta juuri tuollaiset hetket on kaikista tarkeimpia muistoja mita pitaa vaalia, eika niita muista jos ei kirjoita ylos yleensa :)
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