Little trick

Keep on tryin' to write something for my movie, but can't help passin'over the first ten minutes and the choice of the music.
Must take inspiration without becomin' a plagiarist, but that's so fuckin' difficult when you really admire something and when that something impresses you so much.

Chinese food I had for dinner on Monday probably caused me some sort of allergic reaction.

The river

I wonder if you care for my tale, coz maybe we just leave with wind in our sail
and we wouldn’t regret our being in jail, but then you stop and say:
“ hey- will your foolish pride make you jump out on bail?”.
I couldn’t forget the all that I am, and try to forgive my being so bad
after another travel ended with love in your bed.
Words stink in my mind which was all I had rest,
now that I cry coz I can’t be the best.


“ My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what you’re thinking. Think.” ( T.S.Eliot)


Ogni notte si prega di non sognare di sentirsi vivi, ma solo di urlare in amore e violenza colla stimolante paura dell’ignoto nel lasciare un messaggio su una busta sperando che qualcuno lo legga- come un romanzo troppo cervellotico e un sorriso che sostituisce parole sotto estranei occhi increduli in un’espressione d’orgoglio.

Heavy wash

The third time only I was watchin' D.D. and the rain outside; lights went off and so did the music. Damn half-light.
Everytime I try to start writing again and I'm on the right way 'til this half-light comes.
I said I was gonna write something cool, then Easter came and I took shelter somewhere else; not at the seaside -unfortunately- (nor to the lake, for all of those who thought so) coz I would have written a lot there...pretty sure about that.
Please, don't pay attention to the supposed right sequence of events.

Tears For Fears' "Head over heels" is brilliant, mates.
(Thanx to N. for sendin' it in, readin' my messy mind)

PS: can I take a picture of you soakin' up a cigarette?
Remind me to do it soon, before I get you out of sight.

In front of the TV

How childish...!!
(P. would tell me so - sorry for worryin' about that)

Every day I damn myself for havin' such feelings;
coz "if love is a drug then I don't need it", but I'm fuckin' addicted.
Passion or sweetness?

It was a very Smiths day today, and I loved it.

Gonna write something cool to you tomorrow; i feel like doing it; it comes from my early age so you should love it
(at least, that's what I do)

Passionate sweet dreams, mates.

Mid-morning

Just went to the supermarket ( still working there Foster? I'd love to hear from you) where I bought: salad, 4 yogurts, some cottage cheese and "low-salt" biscuits (Barry Sears strikes again) .
GOTTA study now; started listenin' to Doves' new album in the meantime, just to try to decide if they're worth a gig this summer (long term projects, long term fuckin' same thoughts of leavin' this city > I'm half the world away, like Noel would say - summer rain in Brighton to me).

GOTTA STUDY now, but it's late.

"Did I tell you by the way I never really liked your face?" - willin' to shout it out loud.
(little troubles)

Afternoon

Allright mates, lets talk about it.
Was wanderin' round my house today, listenin' to some cool tunes from Carina Round (sort of "iPod set", I'd say), when I decided to finish my artwork titled: " How you really know what's goin' on?";
but, obviuosly, when I got home I didnt do it, neither I started recordin' some tunes, neither I could study the whole I had to.
I just ended up talkin' to a couple of friends.
The point in all this is : find no point, ESCAPE NO LONELINESS, keep your ghost alive, but, please, dont cry. The same ghost you're hoping to get a thorn from one day or another, just to let you know you're alive - as someone told you before.
Ghosts and thorns: what a bunch of fuckin' bitches we are!
The thing I do best is doing just what I wanna do (which is nothing), but that's not necessarly good; I found it out when I was 15 or something. Good times; high times.
Same confusion at this point ( Basquiat would love me for this), same wounds but different horizons: stormy clouds.

Little surpise then.

Cold nite this nite, and I'm goin' out with a friend; the devil who seduces you with black nails and red lips, the bad girl everyone dreams about. Shakespeare's Mistress in my eyes, sometimes.
Tequila sunrise...just maybe.