The Egyptian pigeon with long eyelashes passed by my cave yesterday and awakened the birds that had been sleeping there for a long time.
Fluttering and fluttering...
A football match on the screen on my left side and a basketball match on the one on my right side,
Loud music,
Some leather boots and pictures of cowboys from Texas hanging on the walls,
Dark tea, one after another,
Fluttering and fluttering that gives me both joy and pain for the pigeon does not know the intentions of the person missing from our table...The person who causes the constant fluttering...
And this morning...The song "Englishman in New York" brings to my mind poor Quentin and what he said once: "To love another you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny."
And Yes! As Leo Buscaglia already said, "Like any other living, growing thing, love requires effort to keep it healthy."
If I could I would whisper all these to the person who tied a purple thread of hope around the pigeon's leg. Alas, there is not enough effort as a proof being shown and no voice, and the pigeon seems tired of flying back and forth...
http://radioblogclub.com/open/153309/englishman_in_new_york/Sting_-_Englishman_In_New_York
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