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Whispers of the city
Whispers of the city
Try walking alone one night on some bright city street.
Listen to the noise and confusion and chaos that swirl around you, like the music you remember hearing the first time you fell in love.
Listen hard, because intricately woven within every sound that passes you by is a whisper, a quiet voice
that speaks with the wisdom only an aged and learned city can possess.
And if you ever manage to fade away from the reality of it all, leaving only the intertwined rhythms that tell the stories of all the people this great city has seen, the words will finally make themselves clear:
To live, to learn, to love, it takes two
By nutbuster
Try walking alone one night on some bright city street.
Listen to the noise and confusion and chaos that swirl around you, like the music you remember hearing the first time you fell in love.
Listen hard, because intricately woven within every sound that passes you by is a whisper, a quiet voice
that speaks with the wisdom only an aged and learned city can possess.
And if you ever manage to fade away from the reality of it all, leaving only the intertwined rhythms that tell the stories of all the people this great city has seen, the words will finally make themselves clear:
To live, to learn, to love, it takes two
By nutbuster
Published 25th Jul 2019
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26th Jul 2019 6:53am
Implicitly rather than explicitly erotic.
Title reminds me of the recollections of someone in a Paris park near the town houses just after liberation from Nazi occupation in WWII. He could hear from practically all of them bedroom sounds that led to him concluding he went to sleep 'to the sound of Paris making love'.
Title reminds me of the recollections of someone in a Paris park near the town houses just after liberation from Nazi occupation in WWII. He could hear from practically all of them bedroom sounds that led to him concluding he went to sleep 'to the sound of Paris making love'.
26th Jul 2019 5:04pm
Such a profound & poignant truth. I hate crowds and society for the most part, but I do find joy and solace while people watching!
26th Jul 2019 6:12pm
27th Jul 2019 11:07pm
Listen hard, because intricately woven within every sound that passes you by is a whisper, a quiet voice
that speaks with the wisdom only an aged and learned city can possess.
I can relate to this, moving from Philadelphia to New York, I can now understand when folks say noise pollution, and you captured this imagery perfectly
that speaks with the wisdom only an aged and learned city can possess.
I can relate to this, moving from Philadelphia to New York, I can now understand when folks say noise pollution, and you captured this imagery perfectly
27th Jul 2019 11:16pm
as i moved from noise to quite as at one time just out side East LA the drive buys each night some times in broad daylight
