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this is the weather vane in the rooftop terrace next door..........

you can see it from the street...................

from my terrace i can almost touch it if i just strech my arm long enough.........

it has even a sign telling how it is called.....so perfectly painted and then displayed that it looks like it is pasted on the picture.............

whenever i am aware of it, this song by christina rosenvinge comes to my mind and there it stays the whole day...........as an earworm.................


Solitude, what a lame excuse,
You forget as the wind blows.
Do not cry over same old news,
Do not tell what the skin knows.
So you fade away like a summer day.

Knell, no one cares but the bells
In my hands, empty shells,
All those days gone in vain.
Solitude, solitude, my friend.

Lay me down in the summer breeze
Where young girls find new lovers,
Wash my face with a white chemise,
Leave your coat as a cover.
Nothing else to see,

Knell, no one cares but the bells
In my hands, empty shells
All those days gone in vain,
Solitude, solitude, solitude,
My friend, my friend.

by christina rosenvinge (a singer, a poet, a writer, an actress, an artist)




























































































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