...My Own Wolrd...

"Mój własny raj z dala od brudnych spraw działa na mnie jak proszek na ból, tu mija stres bardzo dobrze mi tu , tylko tu mogę kochać o tak . Tu znika gniew i nie leje się krew , tutaj miłość anuluje każdy grzech, tylko tutaj jestem czysty jak łza tylko tu umie kochać,

 o tak..."

Przychodzi mi na myśl wers "Sweet home Alabama.." kiedy patrzę na to zdjęcie;]

Znowu w domu, szary świat, szarzy ludzie wokół mnie na ulicach...

I po co to komu, skoro można mieć więcej, chcieć więcej????

Ja chcę...

Chcę mieć SWÓJ DOM.

Znaleść SWOJE WŁASNE miejsce na świecie.

Mam takie, kocham je, zatracam się w jego magii, w tym czymś czym promieniuje...

Mój Londyn.

Paul McCartney "London Town"

Walking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoon, I was accosted by a barker
playing a simple tune upon his flute, toot, toot, too, toot.
Silver rain was falling down upon the dirty ground of London Town.

People pass me by on my imaginary street, ordinary people, it's impossible to meet.
Holding conversations that are always incomplete, well, I don't know.
Oh, where are there places to go? Someone, somewhere has to know. I don't know.

Out of work again, the actor entertains his wife with the same old stories of his ordinary life.
Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife, well, I don't know.
Oh, where are there places to go? Someone, somewhere has to know.

Crawling down the pavement on a Sunday afternoon, I was arrested by a rozzer
wearing a pink balloon about his foot, toot, toot, toot, toot.
Silver rain was falling down upon the dirty ground of London Town.

Someone, somewhere has to know.
Silver rain was falling down upon the dirty ground of London Town.

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Sinead O'Connor "Streets of London"

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market,
Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, and held loosely at his side,
Yesterdays paper telling yesterdays news.

So how can you tell me youre lonely,
And say, for you that the sun dont shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London,
Ill show you something to make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old girl who walks to the streets of London,
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
Shes no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking,
Carrying her home in two carrier bags

So how can you tell me youre lonely,
And say, for you that the sun dont shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London,
Ill show you something to make you change your mind.

In the all-night cafe at a quarter past eleven,
Same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea lasts an hour, and he wanders home alone.

So how can you tell me youre lonely?
Dont say, for you that the sun dont shine!
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London,
Ill show you something to make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old man outside the seamans mission
Memory fading with metal ribbons that he wears?
In our winter city the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesnt care.

So how can you tell me youre lonely,
And say, for you that the sun dont shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London,
Ill show you something to make you change your mind.

.......byle do tego dnia, kiedy stanę w tym samym miejscu, spojrzę za siebie na czerwony autobus i szepnę "mu" do ucha......... I'm home..........