I had a dispute with god again before I left the monastery in Minsk. We didn't agree and I haven't heard from him since. He sent me two beautiful angels but the border patrol wouldn't let them leave the country without the proper documents.
Now I'm sitting on the doorstep to heaven in the highest building in Warsaw, thinking about what the old prophet once said: It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry. And the only mistakes I regret, are the ones I make when I think I'm doing everything right.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
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5 comments:
Vilken vacker bild och text.
Kram ak
I've not understood it all... I may have reached my limits in english
So what was your argument about?
Vart bär det av nu?
Ja - vacker bild - mer mer mer
Henrik
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