Where are you heading to for
The best lines in life are those you don't intend to have. The ones that happen to be there, inevitably with a story. Those lines are real, light and free, deep and lasting. The best wrinkles in town!
MEET ME AT THE ROSE BAR
It was not the halls what curtains separated, but time. This place was something else. It was her first time at the Rose Bar. Brian Newman's jazz band looked and sounded so fascinatingly old-school. Under the shimmering lights of the flames, the shadows of glasses were dancing on the walls like the ghosts of the past. Her loneliness could finally take a deep breath. What a date it was, with herself. She leant on the bar, watched the scene never to forget. Her shirt formed deep and lasting wrinkles, like her memories.
FAREWELL TO COIMBRA
She kept climbing up the hill. Like the water, she found her own way through this medieval town. All of a sudden, thunderstorms started as if the rain wanted to push her back downwards the cobblestone paved slopes. She leaned with her body on a window when she heard a Portuguese guitar playing from the inside. Very few things had such a fascinating tone on earth. She had listened to many wistful Fados sang by women from Lisbon, but nowhere else in Portugal had she listened such a proud and gentle appeal to faith. For centuries, Coimbra Fados were composed and performed solely by Coimbra college men wearing their long black capes. She sat on the pavement just so. Line by line, she whispered her emotions into the wrinkles forming on her clothes. Then the song said: 'Coimbra has more charm, when it's time to say goodbye.'