Lost in the big city

Vahest on selline mote, et tahaks olla suurlinna eksinud, aga turvalisel , muretul moel. Ma armastan loodust ja voiksin tundide kaupa metsas kannu otsas istuda aga vahest tahaks linna. Keegi ei tea ega tunne sind ning konnid oma rada.Vaataks poeakendel pesitsevaid imeasju ja imeks koik saia ja kohvi lohnad endasse.

Raske on leida ideaalses kohas asetsevat pinki, varjulist ja pisut mahajaetut. mina leian alati. Istun ja olen seal oma kollase pisut maardunud kotiga, jalad on nats rasked. Nii palju ponevat toimub just nuud minu silme all.Uks vanamees konib mooda, kaks pikka saia kaenla alla pigistatud. Huvitav kas ta soob molemad tana juba lounaks ja ohtusoogiks ara.Uhe saiaga kaabib supileeme ja punase lihakastme taldrikult kokku ja teise peale asetab jassakaid haisvaid juustuviilakaid. Bon appétit.

Ma jumaldan nats roobakaid ja mahakulunud varviga vanu jalgrattaid. Uks punapea neiu on just sellise leidnud. Leistangi ees korvis on patakas raamatuid ja pabereid. Loodan, et salakaval tuul monda neist minema ei lennuta, kui ta ta mone jarsema kurvi votab.

Kolgutan jalgu ja soon kupsiseid, kodus kapis oli.Voiks juba vara sugis olla. Ohk on varskem ja lohnu rohkem. Paike on veel soe ja soojendab mustades sukkades jalgu.

Keegi helistab mulle. "Kus sa oled?Tule, lahme koju!!Armastan sind , Eegi!!"

Ma juba jooksen, ei taha enam eksinud olla:)Keegi kallis ootab mind!!

Sometimes i have this kind of feeling to be lost in the big city, but in the good , secure, way. I love the nature and i could sit on the fallen trees like an hours but sometimes i i would like to be in the city. No-one knows and recognizes and you walk your own roads. Just to look the wonder things on the shop windows and suck in all the smells of coffee and bakeries.

It s hard to find a bench in ideal place, in the shadow and a bit lost. I always find one. I sit there with my yellow, a bit dirty, bag next to me. Legs are a bit heavy. There is so much interesting happening just in front of my eyes. One old man walkes by, two long breads under his arm. Interesting, will he eat both of them already today? With one bread he collects together the rest of the soup and some red meatsauce and the other bread he will cover with thick slices of smelling cheese. Bon appétit!

I adore a bit broken, old bicycles, witch have lost a bit their colour. One readhead girl has just found one. She has a basket on it full of books and papers. I hope that insidous wind don t blow some of them away, when she takes some sharp curves.

I dangle my legs and eat the cookies i took with me from home. It could be already early autumn. The air would be much more clear and and there would be much more smells to smell. The sun warms my black stockings.

I get a call:)"Where are you? Come, lets go home!! Love you too!!!"

I already run, i do not want to be lost in the big city anymore:) somebody dear is wating for me!!!