Summertime in Copenhagen

Dear Copenhagen


I have missed you for such a long time. Even though I've been right here with you, but I have felt the absence of sunshine on your roof tops, the glittering green copper towers and your blue waters.


I want to walk in your streets, singing about your loving arms and your harsh eyes. I long to dance in your alleys at night with a half-empty beer in my hands, talking off my stilettos, so I will not hurt your cracks and dirt and smell.


So here is a tribute to you, my love: 

I look forward to eat ice cream in your parks and gardens, drink beer at the canal or in my favourite relaxed bar and live-music-venue, I can't wait to paint whatever you put into my mind, and I love to bike my way over your harbour bridges and scream I love you more than words can say, Dearest, darling Copenhagen, and I will never desert you.