Thursday, 8. March 2007, 19:30:54
Brugge, Poetry, Verse
Yup, there is no doubt about it, today spring finally arrived in Brugge. The sky have been clear blue, the air warm, people are back playing frisbee outside of Bauhaus, they’ve had to fake! rain for the Colin Farrel movie that’s being shot here, beauty whereever I look and a acute yearning for an end to solitude.
In the warm breeze a promise,
a promise of change.
Butterfly caught in the wind,
flutters away.
Wednesday, 7. February 2007, 01:28:15
Bicycle, Brugge
A couple of days ago they closed off the street where I live to do some maintanence. Brugge wouldn't be Brugge if one main road or another isn't closed off and torn open. However, since I'm not driving a car and the work haven't come to my end of the street I haven't thought much about it. That is until an hour ago.
Running out of smokes late at night I rushed out and got up on my bike intent on making it to a night shop a little further down the street before it closed. As a I was blazing down the street at full speed I saw the occassional pile of cobblestones, with the accompanying hole. Soon enough I learned the hard way that:
A. My street really need better lightning.
B. Not all pot holes do have a pile of stones next to them.
C. I can fly, but not very far and I really suck at the landing gracefully part.
Miracously I got away without a single bruise, the same can not be said about my front wheel that looks like.. well like a front weel that hit a pothole at 30km/h.
I hereby propose to concerned authorities to make a new warning label for tobacco with the text 'Smoking can be hazardous to your bicycle' I'll even donate my front wheel for the obligatory scary picture.
WIDGETIZE