Hello - where the wild... tulips grow

I haven't seen you for quite a long time , my curly one... I could if I would, because you always get in my way, no matter where I go, no matter what side of the town I decide to visit. But I'll just stay inside the house, it's so nice and cozy. Well, there are also serious reasons for that, I have a flat tire, sop... by3 by3 bicycle for some days and it's raining.

These Dutch people are so lazy, they send you from one person to another and they don't fix anything. Imagine, they told me to go to the bike shop and they'll fix it. How am I supposed to take the bike there... to carry it on my back ? In addition , it rains, a pouring rain, annoying. Weather is so strange here. Yesterday, for example, it rained for times and then the sun was shinning. Rain, sun... rain, sun... and so on... you never know what clothes to wear.

Let's go back to the start. Now I'm simply looking at the rain outside the window, the laptop on my feet, Dony, the Indonesian guy in the next room listening and singing something that would make anyone cut his/her veins, either because of the saddness, or if you don't like his voice or it simply bothers you, if you search for silence. Not me, I really enjoy it, he has a pretty nice voice, sounds interesting.I see he stopped. He can't compete with Withney Houston, or he's too much in the atmosphere, or... he's simply tired. He did sing for 15 minutes :p. Nop, now I see, he couldn't take the high notes, because he's prepared to start again.

Then, in the other room the washing machine begins to be noisy and I would like so much to ride the bike in the forrest, to simply go on the paths and look at the green trees... but it keeps on raining... and I can only sit here in this room and listen to ... Celine Dion now . My heart will go on... yes, it will, the lady is right, but my heart is ok now, you know, it's pretty ok, but what can I do if Dony insists to play it ?

However, returning to my heart I think it's just tired of silly games. Of seeing everywhere the name of the one I'm interested in, of meeting him in the most weird places and stuff like that. I'm not in the mood for it, so I'd better stay inside the accomodation for some time, till I'm prepared to play again.I don't even know why do you react like that, you look at me, you also have something to say but you remain silent. We could start by saying " hello ".

But now I'd better prepare for Amsterdam, 'cause I'll go there tomorrow to celebrate The Queen's Day. I don't think I'll meet anyone I know there...

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anomiS

Five o'clock tea

Do you know how do I see the two of us ? I'm sure you'll find it strange...

We are like a tea kettle. First, it's all so meaningless, calm. Then somebody decides to put in on fire. We start to boil... it's nice in the beginning, warm, cozy... then... 100 degres. She takes it and wonders what to do after... does she have time to use that boilt water or is she in a hurry and has to go? After some seconds, maybe even one or two minutes, she suddenly takes the tea kettle and puts the boilt water over the lime tree blossom and waits. Should she also add some sugar ? Hard to say...

In a couple of minutes the water gains color and it's ready to be drunk.

But... the time is up... the little cooking game is stopped by the clock in the wall that tells the woman she's late, she has to leave and let the tea untouched...

I think I'm both the woman and the tea kettle and you... you, my dear... you're that boilt, maybe colored, maybe sugared... water.


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anomiS