God How I missed the city.
With eyes that shine I look around Sydney.
button life.
How I love these small shops.
Everyone has his own thoughts. And personality.
The buzz around the coffee. The Sunday afternoon.
The sun reflecting off the skyscrapers. In the distance.
The couples that doze lazily in the park.
traffic.
life.
contrasts.
Above. People.
Men.
Women.
Children.
that flow like sange live in the arteries of this city.
With their moods.
Their thoughts.
chatter.
And hurry.
God
How I missed the city.
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