no longer live my memories. I stopped rocking as if they were orphans end mother. If the fare, I mean really affectionately.
I watch them glide through the window of a train, because a random landscape occasionally jumps from the rectangle in the eyes.
It 's like watching the life of another, but knowing by heart the role it has played, using glass as a reminder that all is done, in part with a track on the magnetic tape, a trace of myself. Parallel realities. For open your eyes every so often happens so that we glide by. Parallel. I could say that music is out there, even what will happen in an hour. And it's all so real, that if I ask for protruding where you Answer me in this , without recognizing him. If you fidassi of your feelings, you would have a deja-vu, probably. Maybe I just did not recognize myself: I am a friend who thought I knew and now I just listen.
On these tracks soon everything is already far away, you go faster and more easier it is to see the past in slow motion, without being touched. Perhaps this is the screen glass of consciousness. The signature on my mind is made up of ciak wrong, repeated, and critical work. The word order is a breath of wind from the crack of the window. It is important to memory, what . I feel like a red blood cell that learns its functions. Evolution is what we strive for. But while traveling something one has to leave her home.
out there seems to be all the same as yesterday. How much is strange. Every man woman and child could be me, maybe I already was.
In this case the first thing is my name.
My address. A photo
empty.
But this is a case that no one can open. I just have to imagine.
'll stay young for even Fantasia. To tell a story, when I am a child again.
long corridors, full of windows. Jump, the memories, they crawl.
What's the smell of sea
the end of a road in a song
a laugh
yet another lie of my mind.
recognize the reflection of my eyes in the mirror
now that I love.
holographic glasses that I have always carried within.
Non possiamo creare nulla. Soltanto accendere
soltanto accendere
le possibilità
di cui ci siamo persuasi.
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