walking down the road and I saw that picture. Four of them crossing the stripes, Paul without shoes and with a lit cigarette. How many urban legends about him, how many conversations between me and me on when, sooner or later, will I go there, as postponed. Today I made to postpone. He was there and I took it. I should not but I did. Now it is here, along with other records. Abbey Road. 1969.
A moment of materialism, but for me today is Christmas. And I fell sick.
0 comments:
Post a Comment