Subtitle: A Day. A picture. A song. (35)
Oh these summer days in Trondheim, I almost forgot our loudest neighbors. Loud and intrusive. One day I just met that guy/girl in front of the window. Didn’t even bother to call beforehand. Just showed up.
Like in the old days, without phones, we’re just went to friends. Ring the bell and asked if they come out to play. But I have no photographical memories for that.
(Trondheim, 23.07.26)
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Seagull, you fly, across the horizon
Into the misty morning sun
Nobody asks you where you are going
Nobody knows where you are from
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