Sunday, March 17, 2013

Saint Patrick

Rain will plunge in the Liffey. Laughs and tears and love and pain will follow its way to the sea. Missing pieces of life.

Missing stories.

Lost if the clouds shine too much outside the pub. Remembering the evening we were drunk on music. People whirling, green heads, green suits.

I will never remember the band's name. But I remember everything else.

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