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The Pianist

The Pianist I flick through the TV channels. It is football and football, except on Fox News, but they are so insane there I rather watch sport. I played the picturesque game once as defender but I grew up and it was at the same time as I stopped believing in god and that he looked like the pianists in Alfred´s cafe. I have often missed the pianist, not long ago I saw him in Faro, followed him along the promenade I fell over a pollard; he helped me up and said: “Once and for all I´m not your father.” I once saw my father on the bus, he was an enigma a shell that gave nothing away except being drunk. Totally unlike the pianist who wears a beret, alpaca jacket and a yellow silk scarf.

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Date: 6/21/2014 4:32:00 PM
You'll see Him everywhere :) He could be looking at you right now, lol. Love ya.
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 6/24/2014 6:30:00 AM
thank you Toquyen
Date: 6/21/2014 1:09:00 PM
Jan, this is outstanding. Not at all what I thought it was going to be when I started reading. Wish your dad wore a yellow silk scarf. As they say, if wishes were gold, we'd all be rich.. BG
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Jan Oskar Hansen
Date: 6/24/2014 6:31:00 AM
Thank you Barbara