ESP music requests

Was just looking for a song on Grooveshark and the cafe's radio started playing it. I like it when things like this happen.

Miserable old bat

I'm sitting outside at a rather empty cafe, quite comfortable with my feet on another one of the wicker chairs. An old lady has just come up out of nowhere and told me off for dirtying the furniture. I find it somewhat upsetting that this bothered her so much that she felt the need to tell me I am inconsiderate and should be ashamed.

My new friend

This weekend I met someone inspirational. She makes the most of what she's given, and so she can't help but impress. My own age, and from my own country, she speaks this foreign tongue with conviction after only three years of study. Looking after a four-year-old and undergoing surgery in a foreign country can not have been easy to say the least, but her face shows that she is one to see the sunny side of things. Her joie de vivre lights up the room. I hope one day to be as strong as this girl who smiles so contagiously at the steep slopes she has to climb. I wouldn't be surprised if the slopes bent to make way.

A memory.

At the top of a hotel in Nyon is a little wood-clad room with a similarly little window looking out on the lake. That night, as I sat in the dim light with the scent of wood and freshly washed white sheets, I was drawn to the open window. The breeze stroked the surface of the lake much as a mother would stroke her child's hair, and invited the evenly spaced lights on the opposite shore to perform their simple but mesmerizing musicless dance. I wrapped myself in the almost-silence, the faraway lights, the foreign taste of the air. After a great deal of lying still with wide eyes, creating and dispelling expectations, I fell asleep with a new smile on my face.

Too slow.

It is 5AM, and the sun over the bus stop is rising much too quickly. My face is buried in his shoulder, and his eyes I'm sure are closed while his arms are around me, pressing me close enough to feel that his breathing is unsettled. We stay like this for quite some time in a wistful silence. The tension is torturous, fascinating. A masterpiece of composition. "We'd make quite the sculpture, the way we are now."

--"A sculpture? Yes. The mothers would bring their children by, saying: See, children. This is what happens when you're too slow."

He says the forest at dawn is beautiful, but he wouldn't let me walk with him. Wär schön gewesen.

Tissues

My friend, usually impeccably behaved, had had a bit too much to drink, and was decorating a Berlin train platform with regurgitated Averna. A kind passer-by, seeing we had run out of tissues, offered us a full pack of her own to help minimize my friend's discomfort and embarrassment. It warms my heart to know that people like this exist.

What is this "wundalous" you speak of?

Wundalous is a slip of the tongue, blending the words wonderful and fabulous. Much like Lewis Carroll's frumious from furious and fuming. Perhaps one day it will catch on. But for today, it conveniently enables me to easily pick available usernames for websites.