London is a rough city.
London is full of pride but not of joy. It is not a joyful town.
London is full of noise, crossed by myriads of bits of communication. But people are deaf: the sounds of silence stuff.
London is a city for the mass, the fashion and the pretense.
Don't you think?
Oppose to the appearances, only the soul that is lost and lonesome, out of place and astray can feel the frozen skin of a city like London.
Perhaps, it has always being like this. London, New York, L.A., the big monsters.
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Everything is orchestrated in London. Even the good-will, the sacrifice and the perspiration. Independence and self-assurance are the name of courses and the right-to-be-brandished has a price on its own. Massive events, charity, taxes, scandals and Jimmy Savile are just too often one word. One thing lead to the other. "Excuse me" is a lonely request, followed by nothing else. "Thank you" has died in the hands of "Cheers", and "Bye" is a long, hollow wail from a set of white teeth and long eye-lashes. The same everywhere else?... Not even as bad as in other places?... Good God!
Four people, exactly four, pray like nerds in a square close to the British last Tuesday. Their claim is as pitiful as rightful, and lonesome... .
But God sees in secret.
God bless them, the Minority.
London is full of pride but not of joy. It is not a joyful town.
London is full of noise, crossed by myriads of bits of communication. But people are deaf: the sounds of silence stuff.
London is a city for the mass, the fashion and the pretense.
Don't you think?
Oppose to the appearances, only the soul that is lost and lonesome, out of place and astray can feel the frozen skin of a city like London.
Perhaps, it has always being like this. London, New York, L.A., the big monsters.
**
Everything is orchestrated in London. Even the good-will, the sacrifice and the perspiration. Independence and self-assurance are the name of courses and the right-to-be-brandished has a price on its own. Massive events, charity, taxes, scandals and Jimmy Savile are just too often one word. One thing lead to the other. "Excuse me" is a lonely request, followed by nothing else. "Thank you" has died in the hands of "Cheers", and "Bye" is a long, hollow wail from a set of white teeth and long eye-lashes. The same everywhere else?... Not even as bad as in other places?... Good God!
Four people, exactly four, pray like nerds in a square close to the British last Tuesday. Their claim is as pitiful as rightful, and lonesome... .
But God sees in secret.
God bless them, the Minority.
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