‘Escape Route’ - Liz Brizzi
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Night in NY
photo by Lucien Clergue, Nus de la Ville series; 1977

First to Shoot Inspired

Love is the Best Currency

It’s What the Investment Banker turned Beggar will tell you..

For his Legal Tender (Money as it’s called), which paid the mortgage to his Studio flat and bought him a window side table at the finest restaurants, soon ran out.

Little did he know, that the portfolio of financial instruments soon stopped playing. The Pension fund he devoted his life to soon died too. The woman who he had no time for soon got married, and the neighbourhood he grew up in soon grew old and rusty too.

The Wealthiest person invests love without looking for return

To them, will always be a home to stay.

To them, will always be a table to eat on.

Merry Christmas 

First to Shoot Inspired
The gospel of traffic
 the city never sleeps 
lights, sirens, and voices form quartets in the streets  
The morning after
The morning after 
Umbrellas are raised as the clouds break
-Piano Girl 
As day dreaming goes..
I’ve always imagined working in the city.                                                        
Another suited individual walking among the masses
Life is too fast to sit and talk, no time to stand and observe                              
I’m living by the same watch I got for graduation
And when the rush dies down, I can loosen my tie and stop for a coffee             
Always at the same place, same time, same order
And I look over to see her
Same place, same time, same order
A table alone by the window                                                                        
She’s sipping looking out of the window
I’m Wondering what she’s thinking about,                                                        
And when I get the courage to walk over and ask,                                           
She grabs her bag and heads for the door
But as time and space serves
Same time, same place, same order
Im sitting on my table, and the place is packed today                                    
She walks up and asks if she can share a table
A smile is enough to make her sit down 
She’s drinking what I’m drinking
I want to ask her what she thinks about while looking out that window              
But before I can ask,                                                                                  
She asks me what I think about every time I stare into my coffee
Someone’s been watching me