Monday, 15 April 2013 @09:09
"Borough Wines does not accept responsibility for: good times, bad times, chainsaw accidents, guilt, regrets, self pity, crying at 4 am, whining, bad fashion choices. Promises, broken promises, broken windows, broken limbs. Unplanned tattoos, piercings and babies. Loss of memory, keys and libido. Strangers on your sofa (What’s your name again?). Missing pets, missing your last train, waking up at West Ruislip, and Epping… and West Ruislip. Again. Encounters with lamp posts. Accidentally clicking send".
Accidental poetry at the market: Borough Market in London, where I’ve read (and photographed with my iPhone, too lazy to copy them down) these words. Poetry on a rainy day, between flowers, sausages and potatoes (another kind of poetry). And another accidental poetry: clicking, by accident, send.
Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!
I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.