Baby, do you understand me now
Sometimes I feel a little mad
But don't you know that no one alive
Can always be an angel
When things go wrong I seem to be bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And sometimes it seems that all I have do is worry
Then you're bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy I want you to know
That I never mean to take it out on you
Life has it's problems and I get my share
And that's one thing I never meant to do
Because I love you
Oh, Oh baby don't you know I'm human
Have thoughts like any other one
Sometimes I find myself long regretting
Some foolish thing some little simple thing I've done
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood


Love that song for all the wrong reasons.

The train was late. i didn't mind, my heart was not set, undecided. it was the last day of july. hot dry weather persisted and left me gasping for air. the station was full with locals and tourists heading in opposite directions. i wasn't sure which one i wanted to be, or was. i wasn't even sure that if i stayed i would find her. after all, it had been over a week. but i did know that if i got on that train eventually all would be forgotten.
well,till one day, at least, by sheer circumstance i'd come across a story on siena's palio on a travel show or newspaper article. then it would all come rushing back like a tsunami hitting a beach. the thought of her. simply, the thought of her.


Hi. If you'd like to lie by the Arno ,under olive trees and watch the keys drop and disturb the still water all the while listening to The Dining Rooms, if you'd like to watch the sun come up while we wonder where the night went all the while listening to E Murdoch, if you'd like to take a trip where there is no sand; ok, a lttle sand, if Ray Lamontagne rings a bell or if he doesn't.. if you would like to golf,if not mini putt, if you'd like to exchange ipod's for one day, if you'd like to read my blog (egad, need to update first), if you'd like to put spontaneity to good use, if you'd like to have sushi at Tri's or head off to Lemeac after 10, if the days never seem long enough to enjoy them as if they never could end , if you'd like to meet me in the middle of a lazy , hazy, sunny afternoon on a terrace, if you'd like to head off to Cluny's, if you'd like to listen to some Biddles's jazz, if you would like to watch "Il Ladri di Biciclete", if you'd like to head off to Boite Noire and pick a movie, any movie... in an unexplained moment of true craziness head off to Parc Lafontaine and sing your fav song or if not, maybe a cafe au lait at la brulerie. if you would, so would I
fab

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