Wie ein (Stolper)Stein

A place I recall, I was there so long ago.
I'll wait for it there, patiently (or at least the best way I can).

Wandering on, sat in regret of all the things I hadn't done, 'til the day was gone.

As Tom slides and strums, Chris whines in my head, and afterwards Jimmy covertly curses. Precisely on the B-day. Foxtrot, Uniform, etc.

Amos a ser más Pop y menos Cornell.

La caresse et la mitraille

Je n'ai pas peur de la route
Faudrait voir, faut qu'on y goûte
Des méandres au creux des reins

Et tout ira bien là

Ton message à la Grande Ourse et la trajectoire de la course
Un instantané de velours
Même s'il ne sert à rien va

Le vent l'emportera

Tout disparaîtra mais

La caresse et la mitraille et cette plaie qui nous tiraille
Le palais des autres jours d'hier et demain

Le vent les portera

Génétique en bandoulière
Des chromosomes dans l'atmosphère
Des taxis pour les galaxies, et mon tapis volant dis?

Le vent l'emportera
Tout disparaîtra mais

Ce parfum de nos années mortes
Ce qui peut frapper à ta porte
Infinité de destins, on en pose un et qu'est-ce qu'on en retient?

Le vent l'emportera

Pendant que la marée monteet que chacun refait ses comptes
J'emmène au creux de mon ombre des poussières de toi

Le vent les portera
Tout disparaîtra mais

Le vent nous portera

Bionic cuckoo land

Sleep deprivation is overrated, or so they say.

And suddenly you wake up one day and you are no longer in a barren place, but a glimmering, rainy one.

Dreams, cloud cuckoo lands and challenges ahead.

Fasten your seatbelts... it's gonna be a bumpy week!

Days of bread and roses

I seldom look back

And see all the mess

How could I reach that?

Would I be able of getting that again?

Things have changed, but

You stay where you stood

Everybody can tell (right?)

As they say: "It's not me, it's you"

Plug it in and let it out

Remember when we used to shine

Touch the stars in the first shout

Feel it slip, it's no longer your time

"Can't you see it's over? Because you're the star of a shrinking universe"

Every gun makes its own tune

"You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. 

You dig."

- Blondie, Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo (Sergio Leone, 1966)

Before and after

Against all the odds, it happened.

More than a decade from the last time we met on purpose in that ice-cream parlour that used to be in the most central square.

Three years after that festival in which we ran into each other almost by accident (only almost).

It's so curious that although you marked a turning point in my personality and the way I perceived my biggest hobby, I couldn't find the right words to greet you then as if nothing had happened.

And yet, I got the courage to try and rekindle the friendship last summer. And, unexpectedly, you went along with it :)

It wasn't necessary to dig up the past times when we partied like animals and called each other "Co-owners of the same soul", nope.

Some things never change. Soulmates never die.

Or so they say.

Gold-bloom

"I'm... I'm simply saying that life, uh, finds a way". 

- Dr. Ian Malcolm, Jurassic Park (Steven Spielberg, 1993)

Julian Plenty of...

Show me the dirt pile and will pray that the soul can take three stowaways

Vanish with no guile, and will not pay 

But the soul can wait

But if it's still pretty, what with all these leaves? We'll be fine, oh

And supervise 

... But here comes the fall 

So much for make-believe, not sold

So much of dreams, deceit, not prepared to know 

For always and ever will never let go 

Always concealed, safe and inside

Alive

In a passion it broke, always pulling the black from the gray
But the soul can wait
I felt you so much today

Il mondo si è fermato...

"The world has stopped turning.

For days now something has been happening that we haven't seen for a long time.

News and social networks, the front page of newspapers are not focusing on evil anymore, but on good.

Not on war and terrorism, but on love.

And all of this thanks to Pius XIII's heartbreaking love letters.

The world has stopped turning.

The world has stopped turning.

To talk about love."

- The Young Pope, episode 10

Into the Unknown

"My favorite thing is to go where I've never been."

— Diane Arbus