my name is Lola i live in Buenos Aires. I`m amazed with the pictures of marks on the ice. just yesterday i was coming back from a class, i live really far from the university building, and i took a small bus that is like a cheap taxi that takes you to your house's door. the driver charge you when you get in, they fit about 15 persons, and he go house by house. I always travel by bus, and it's an ugly and too long way. I sat next to the driver because the seats where full. This little bus took another path. suddenly, i was flying near to the building's windows on an undulating road, up and down in a completely flat city. it was late, so almost no cars where around. Then, after 15 long minutes of little lights popping out from nowhere in the dark, and seeing neighbor's rooms lightened, ones watching t.v., others having dinner, we landed and took small streets, to end up on the hart of little neighborhoods that are just names of train stations to me, for i never went in. And then, again the lightened family livings. Like i was invisible and could spy on any window. what are you eating? what color is your shirt?
Then i reached home. i was thinking that the way you enter a place, makes a grate difference in how you live in it.
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Date: 2004-03-31 11:41 am (UTC)I`m amazed with the pictures of marks on the ice.
just yesterday i was coming back from a class, i live really far from the university building, and i took a small bus that is like a cheap taxi that takes you to your house's door.
the driver charge you when you get in, they fit about 15 persons, and he go house by house.
I always travel by bus, and it's an ugly and too long way.
I sat next to the driver because the seats where full.
This little bus took another path. suddenly, i was flying near to the building's windows on an undulating road, up and down in a completely flat city. it was late, so almost no cars where around. Then, after 15 long minutes of little lights popping out from nowhere in the dark, and seeing neighbor's rooms lightened, ones watching t.v., others having dinner, we landed and took small streets, to end up on the hart of little neighborhoods that are just names of train stations to me, for i never went in.
And then, again the lightened family livings.
Like i was invisible and could spy on any window.
what are you eating?
what color is your shirt?
Then i reached home.
i was thinking that the way you enter a place,
makes a grate difference in how you live in it.
Lola