domingo, 25 de abril de 2010

4 oz (100g) sugar




London.
I suppose that when you are born somewhere part of you stays there , as if it were a thread that lead from your heart , so that you could always find your way back.An unbreakable thread.

Mine is in London.

I miss London , I miss kicking pidegeons out of my way.
I remember seeing tall green trees , greenish grey rivers , white swans and brown ducks.
I remember spring mornings coverd in coulourful flowers and long green grass.
I miss orange , red and yellow leaves on the pavement on an Autum evening.Wearing woolly scarves and hats.
Running with my red wellies in the rain , or jumpinjg into puddles.
Having snow fights with mys sister on the way to school.Double decker busses.
Sleeping with Ngozi on reallly cold nights.
I miss the open green spaces in the middle of a busy road.

Every time I go back to london I feel extremely happy.
The best thing about London isnt Big Ben's tower , the National Gallery , the Science museum or the London Eye.
For me it's the hidden places that you find when you miss your bus stop.It's the people , everyone minds their own buisness and dresses their own way.It's watching people get wet from you window.
It's laughing at people who get MS.
It's waking up and knowing I'm in London.
I'm London and London is Me.