Celebrating

Celebrating, originally uploaded by Prozak is gone.

Well am I lucky or what. I am living an event of unprecedented proportions. The good old Grolsch bottle just had an extreme make over but the beer is the same. Oh, good old Grolsch.

It is not rainig outside...

It is not rainig outside..., originally uploaded by Prozak is gone.

No, it is not raining outside.
Each droplet of water clinging to my window is the tear of an angel.
Some cry for the Moon.
Some cry for the Sun.
Some cry for their hearts are broken.
To forget.
To repair.
To dry.
To stop.
To leave the life in endless happiness.
To get used.
To smile, and make others smile.
To love, and be loved.
Have the strength to treat each tear as a happy moment.
For it is after the rain that the Sun and the Moon come out to dance.
They hide.
They seek.
They break and mend the hearts.
It is the tears that wash away the pain.
It is the tears that make us strong.
It is the tears that make us love.
The pain.
The hurt.
They do not last long.
They leave just a slight tingle that makes it all even more worthwhile the next time.
The next time it will not rain.
The next time the angels will play with the Moon and the stars.
Sadly the rain will not...

Did I ever leave London?

I am just back in London for a week-end, allegedly to sort mail and banking stuff. Saturday morning went past and I could not even get close to a high street. The Monday will be more productive, or so I hope. Procrastinating whilst on holiday is one of my specialties, the less I do, the less I want to do.

However being back in London has brought this sort of strange feeling upon me. I never left this city, I come back to the places and they are all the same, not much has changed. I miss the people, but its like I never left. Its like London will not be the same as when I arrived, I walk through the streets I go to the pubs. The faces, the places all have memories attached to them. A story waiting to be told for each coble stone. Being away from London has made London better, I get more out of this place in a week-end in terms of re-fueling than I ever used to.

I am sure things will be similar in a few months or years in Twente, its just a question of time to settle in, to discover and enjoy. Lets pick it all up with a vengeance, lets drive beyond driven, lets boldly split infinitives. London your kisses will be missed but the further and far between they appear in my life, the more they mean to me.