Monday, August 1, 2005

Feeling alive is…

Seating on the Piazza di Spagna stairs and crying inside while the sun sets over the rooftops...

Driving through Austrian yellow fields while listening to Suzanne Vega’s “In Liverpool”...

Having a meal & some red wine in Tate’s restaurant facing St. Paul’s Cathedral beneath a cloudy sky while writing life’s newest decisions on a piece of paper...

Driving on Donegal’s rollercoaster roads and catching the most beautiful Leonard Cohen’s program on the radio-waves...

Trying to concentrate on some love-letter words while your teardrops soak the paper...

Embracing my love inside a calm and salty sea and feeling the unique scent of her skin...