There's a place. In the middle of Dublin city. It's an oasis hidden between high houses and traffic. Between all the noice and chaos. I use to sit there for a while before, every saturday, when I was on my way home from the shops. I use to sit there beneath the trees, looking over the water. It remind me of where I grew up, in the middle of the forest. It's quite in there, my own little paradise. All of the benches are broken, but I can still sit on them. It's the only place in the city where I can feel God's presents. When I sit on a broken bench, hidden under the trees, watching over the silent water, I know that he is with me. I know that it will be a good day.
After I have visited my paradise, I go back to the apartment. The apartment where every room have a different smell, a different atmosphere. The kitchen smell of food. The living room smell of computer dust, it's always full of little technical things and bottles half full with wine. The hall smell of hello's and goodbye's. Of happy tears and sad tears. The bath room smell of boy's products, and the bedroom... The smell of the bedroom is my own little secret. In this apartment I have had the best times of my life. All of the talkes I have been through here. And all of the silences. All of the movies that I have watched. And all of the hours I have slept. All of the smokes I have smoked. And all of the wine I have been drinking. All the little things that made seven months so special.
The smells, the water, the tears and the smiles.
Heaven on earth.
