Another day in paradise

                                                                 Fantasy - Reality

                                      That`s not what she ment asking for a helping hand

                                                 Damn! Where is the screwdriver?

                                       No one dared to pass the tunnel. No wonder.

                                            He knew at once, they had met before

                                                                   He went that way...

                    Once again he was on the run. And once again he would be back for dinner

For 30 days and nights he had been by his post. He had nothing to regret he adressed to himself. But in reality, he was full of doubts

                                                 At last he had found a way to get attention

He never felt alone walking on the street. Always felt somebody was watching over him

           He could not resist walking back and forth. This was the place that made him shine

                           He did everything to get her attention. But now it had gone to far

The walking competetion at work made him exhausted. He jumped over every lunchbreak and walked instead. He noticed he was not the only one

This time she would not step down. Backed up by three beasts she felt confident.

It hit him all of the sudden: he was in the same age as Mick Jagger. But that was the only thing they had in common.

                                                               What's up fellas?

                          At last he had learned to ride a bike and now he never want to stop

Slowly they began to show feelings and tenderness. It was an important step on the course to hug columns

Once he was a beautiful prince but now he had turned into a seagull. But a pretty good looking seagull       

                                        The underground in Stockholm is not a safe place...

                                                    ...and not the streets either

At night he painted the walls full of graffiti. At daytime he washed it of. That´s the way he kept       himself busy

When he was younger, many told him that he looked like Rod Stewart. But who did he look like today? He could not stop thinking about it

Tommy Steele or Elvis Presley? Beatles or Rolling Stones? After all these years they still                  had not decided

                             Nothing seemed impossible this day. But there was exceptions

    Once again he was attracted by a new training metod. Bit this time it felt a little bit ridiculous

He stood there day by day watching the street life. No matter what happened, he never revealed himself with a single moment

             Once again he was lost during Tour de France. But this year it was worse than ever

Seven days of the week she passed the same place hoping they had announced a concert with    Julio Iglesias. And everytime she went home disappointed