A hangover.
Bitter cold.
Papers.
More Bitter cold.
Tea on the balcony.
More Papers.
Smell of Coffe sneaking into my bed.
Drizzle.
Colorful things cheering up my room.
Rain.
A pair of blue eyes.
Slippery roads denying any movement.
Győr.
Budapest.
Székesfehérvár.
Friends from Holland.
Nyíregyháza.
Obama.
Fog.
The once favourite music sounding exactly the same but telling a whole different story.
Photo from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUU4DwOkFPM
2 comments:
hey man!no more coffee, but I have some real-nice cocoa right from Holland thank to my granny!sounds better?:D
huuuugs
With the voice of Brian : That is fan tastic Loui, I mean Veróó. :D
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