Archive for September, 2011

A girl from Copenhagen.

The last day of our stay there, we got lost when we were going to the central station. We noticed that when we went out of an alley where there is, with that typical red brick, the best board games’ shop I’ve ever seen. There, in a big boulevard, we had to decide if we were going to the left or to the right.

And then we saw her, pale black-haired Danish, black clothes, white aura. She was doing jogging elegantly, walking fast, running slowly over the continental drift, but not feeling the v√©rtigo she made me feel. We asked her where we had to go, and she said “to the right”, I said “oh”, and she said bye. She began running on that direction.

Then she turned and smiled at me.

I looked at her back.


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It makes me remember the autumn -which, as everyone knows, has the colour of a falling leave.  However, this andante is blue, like a Finland morning, the first sun ray after the long night: the first time your eyes get used to the light after a three-months dark, your pupils diminishing.

Or, maybe, it’s only a moment of meteorological doubt, ten lonely minutes of sun.

Which is enough for this beautiful piece.

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