.finsbury park.

Some things look like brighter in Finsbury Park. No, it´s not a fabulous neighbourhood, It´s simple, even mediocre, and has an old brick bridge. Under that bridge, since the realy morning, a homeless called Nick had been begging for some pounds or pence, or whatever you want to give.

I gave him 20p. He nodded his head and opened a shy and toothless smile. So, he looked inside my eyes and said with your melancholic voice:

“Mate, you cannot say goodbye to anyone who lives inside you.”

I gave him one more pound. Motherfucker.

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