Thursday, 23 August 2007

frankfurt again

i'd like to begin with that!
and suddenly I remember sometimes in August last year, Frankfurt, afternoon, Deutschherrnufer 12, eating dinner and watching telly on the Kafetaria. Minutes into seconds and then came the moment when the opponent of my heart should hop on a bus to Nice. or Paris. or Bordeaux. But not to Frankfurt's Flughafen, sadly.
magically -it had happened again yesterday- in a form of flashback and fresh memories. and this morning I woke up with sudden hits through my heart and head. That Frankfurt feeling again. The feeling when I walked with him to the bus stop, to see him walked further -Paris-wise.

Oh take me with you
I dont need shoes to follow
Bare feet running with you
Somewhere the rainbow ends my dear