~in berlin/by the wall/you were five foot ten inches tall~
Sunday, August 3rd, 2008Apfelstrudel, still warm, Café Einstein.
Over the five days we were in Berlin (Buurlin or Belleene as spoken by the locals) I had Lou Reed’s Berlin in my head.
We were in a small cafe, you could hear the guitar play.
Can-dle-light and Du-bon-net on ice…it was very nice.
Oh Honey, it was paradise…
It was so grand to pass [...]