Watching the scene from inside Alexandre, the street side-cafe near my apartment, I take in the life. So many shapes, and colors, and sounds, and patterns, and the people of course, walking this way and that, each with his or her own reason for going where they’re headed. It’s amazing the stories they represent – so many tales that it’s impossible for us to get bored – IF we would only put an ear to another’s heart and listen to the legato and staccatto of their soul.
But we never do because we never get the chance. We never get the chance because we’re going this way and that.
