He left his coat in the train. She said. It is 10 a.m. and I want to leave early in case there will be an encounter of some sorts on my way to work.
Last month I found the gazoline tank of a motorcycle, with some nice ins and outs, ideal to hang a piece of linen with oilpaint. Probably white, white is my favourite colour this days, and brown is winning some terrain too.
My colleague is leaving and I am not happy about it. I am planning to give him two books and two poems. I am afraid that the poems won’t be any good. The books are the following: a catalog from Anselm Kiefer, accompanying his exhibition in the Stedelijk Museum sometime last century, and a gift from all of the bookshops in the Netherlands, Bertus Aafjes’ Een lampion voor een blinde’, 1973. He is going to work as a teacher at a school for blind children.
My sister-in-law was reading the first three parts of My life as an amateur, she liked the mosquito. I had forgotten about the mosquito, so I will take care of it.
Yesterday I saw an elderly couple in the park. Of course there were more elderly couples, amongst young, couples in the park but this one was special. The lady was riding a bike and her husband ( I don’t know for sure but it sounds sweet, sometimes I like something sweet ) held a white cord with some red patches on it adjusted to the back carrier of the bike. The man was holding this cord and was running behind his lady on the bike. He was blind. They went so fast I was too late to film it.
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