Yesterday, on the last summer day of 2007, my grey-black umbrella decided on our separation. It had chosen a beautiful morning for the break-up, which was only a little solace preceding the day of today, 21 September 2007, because the separation made itself harshly felt on the morning of this day. The rain came down as an impenetrable curtain, straight onto the earth that hadn't been watered for three weeks of almost Indian summer. Stubbornly and proud, I walked to the station. A hat prevented my head from getting wet and I laughed at the rain. I would not admit to feel like missing something elementary; or to feel anything that would be expected after the loss...
Train... rain... rain... persistent rain...
Okay; I went for the rebound and bought a € 4,99 umbrella to come with me into town :).
1 opmerking:
o dear o dear!!
some of us can read english, others don t understand it al all..please translate for them..i m tired...grtjs M.
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