The apple

Is hard when you bite a nice juicy sweet apple, that doesn’t makes you squinch your teeth, to go back and eating sour forrest apple. Living here, and hearing news, political declaration etc from home makes me sad that i’m from Romania. I just lay down before going to sleep and pretend that all the people i met and meet and the family are dutch, from Amsterdam. And a song come to mind getting me the sleep i need: ” This could be rotterdam or anywhere. Liverpool or rome. Cause rotterdam is anywhere. Anywhere alone. Anywhere alone…”

LE: it should have been about an orange, a mechanical orange, but hey apple are apples 🙂


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