Two years ago
I was very much in love. And the Valentines Day of two years ago, was the last one I spent as part of a couple. I looked for a blog-post of mine from that day, but it wasn't there. I did find a Love Letter from February 19th, addressed to the guy I was in love with, and initially, it surprised me. Not that I wrote the love letter, but that I *didn't* write about the Valentines Day he gave to me. Thinking about it now, I know perfectly well why I didn't write about it. Bear with me; here goes. He flew to Italy from Denmark, carrying a hundred red roses and a bottle of champagne. He had booked a table in one of the fanciest restaurants of Florence and had the champagne poured and the roses brought, just as we sat down at our table. There was also musicians and everybody's eyes were on us, and the lucky girl that received such lavish attention from her man. An American couple was taking our picture (he exchanged emails with them so that they might send the pictures)
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Jo selvtak. Dirigenten hedder Gustavo Dudamel og har gang i et helt fantastisk projekt for boern og unge i Venezuela (og det er dem der spiller) - dèt kan du laese mere om hèr hvis du er nysgerrig: http://www.gustavodudamel.com/artistmicrosite/DUDGU/en/sistema_story.htms
Skal nok, skal nok, lover lover piv piv =).