Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Wipe The Tears From Your Eyes

     Wipe your tears away. I've been busy this Christmas. I'm getting ready for the next year. And many little things occur to me and happen to me. Insignificant, but exactly what I need. Love at first sight may sound trite, but it's true you know. I could list the details of everything you ever wore or said or how you stood that day. I finally slept. I dreamt about all sorts of things (even in the days). Some days, I'm depressed. I can't find out what it's about.
     I'm changing. Change is a good thing. Or so they say. 

Saturday, 30 November 2013

In The Middle Of The Night

     I need to get some sleep. I'm so tired. In the middle of the night I think of think that I shouldn't be thinking of. Can't get some rest. Don't look at me. Just in time I'm afraid that everything's changing. And for the worst. Gravity always wins and I fall from my bed. Twice. Every night.
     The dreams are strange and exhausting. Terrible short films. Things that could happen but never do. It wears me out.

and if I could be who you wanted...

Thursday, 28 November 2013

It Seemed A Place For Us To Dream

     I understand the situation. I can't understand the tension. I am filled with incoherrence. On my own for far too long. Just a monotonous year. Nothing different. You can make as much noise as you want. Back on a fleeting paradise. On melancholy hill.
     Distance or farness is a numerical description of how apart objects are. Reality is the state of things as they actually exist, rather than as they may appear or be imagined. It's so easy for us to sit together, but it's so hard for our hearts to combine.
     Space is the place.

Friday, 22 November 2013

You Know It Only Hurts When It's True

     There are brighter sides to life. Something good things can happen. It's a shame that I've felt it sometimes. Then, all the stars may shine for us. But when you smile... How I feel. Walk in the room and I start to melt. I can hardly wait. I can't hide. Closer. No hesitation. It could be sweet. It never existed. You couldn't care less. Save the nights for too many years of your life. And the rest of them keeps rolling and rolling.
     I am walking through familiar streets and I don't feel at ease. Strange. I am a bit of tired. Lately, no one can really understand. Whenever something happens it is just a false alarm.

Monday, 18 November 2013

Above Affection

     If this is Heaven then I need something more, a place to be alone with my heart. When you got nothing to lose. You got no place to hide. When you thought you had the answer. Never gonna find me. Never let me down.
     I don't know what the fuck is that thing that's ringing. Makes me cringe.  I listened to some songs on the radio. It's not clear what they mean.
     It's a sweet sensation over the dark. It's the sweetest inspiration. You don't want to stop.

Friday, 8 November 2013

Part 2: In The Room Downstairs She Sat And Stared

     Strange enough, people's intentions lay somewhere else. I've got this feeling of sensation traveling around the edges of my mind. It's so easy for us to sit together, but it's so hard for our hearts to combine. Tomorrow, I'm traveling for somewhere else. I'll be back again. A trip with people you want to be with. Or maybe not. It depends on the universe's cynical reactions to my murderous desire for love. And no one believes me. A plundering desire. 
     And when you want to live? What do you do? Where you go? Who do you want to know? 

the pillow

Thursday, 7 November 2013

Part 1: November Spawned A Monster

     It's a great month. So many songs and stories about November. The world is a blur. Except when you're upside down. Then everything's underground. A lot safer. I feel alive. It's like the world is going to end so soon and why should I believe myself and not you? Look out of the window, where words and sounds pass you by.
     Sooner or later.
     And before your very eyes.

Now sleep and dream of love, because it's the closest you will get to love.

Wednesday, 6 November 2013

You Get Me Out

     Forgotten throes of another's life. At last relief. Come back to these awful ideas.I need a change of skin. I need a change. It's been so long that I can't be sure. It's been so long right now. Go slowly. Come slowly to me. The only time you can really give in is before you fall asleep. That phase between sleeping, dreaming and feeling.You slip inside a dream, you overreach yourself and watch the world spinning out of time.

Saturday, 2 November 2013

From Motion To Motion

     I can hear my moves. My footsteps, my thoughts. From day to day I seem to lose control. Don't lose faith. Wherever you are, whatever you are. Don't lose faith. Beacause it is going to happen someday. To you. If you waited. I know it's gonna happen someday. Straightforward. I'm there at the seems waiting for someone to pass by. Or in the flood. You'll build an arc and sail us to the moon.

Friday, 1 November 2013

Hoping Into Puddles

     Well, it's the best thing that you ever had. The one that curls and winds up in my mind never losing faith. It's a peculiar stance. It's me reaching for a better state of mind. Yes, I would do all the things that you'd ask of me. But not anymore. There's no point. Wake up. Suddenly, the thought of my untidy room comes up to mind. Rearrange. A bit of cleaning here and there.
     I want to spin out of control, out of reach and out of tune. It would be a relief. Remember? It's over. For me. And it never really begun, but in my heart it was so real.

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Lie To Me

     Strange to be back here, after all these days. Autumn sounds and smells good. Also, there's rain. Suddenly, things go from exhausting to haunting and back. No relief. Sorted eyes and sorted minds. I got this feeling that I'm defined by signs of regret. The feeling's done. As the rest of my nights keep rolling and rolling I realise that I ain't got nothing else to be scared of.
     I can feel the clock tik-tok in the room. Sometimes everything is easy.

Sunday, 1 September 2013

I Seem To Lose The Power Of Speech

     Hear her calling. I can use the roof. The point is to find out whether anyone likes you. And then you try to understand who uses who. You can meet new people. But being socially akward doesn't help. The new year's starting at September. And I always love the Autumn's days. The leaves, cool air and a fresh start. Someone's really not happy. Hope it'll be fine. Just like starting over.
     Hear her calling you. Decisions of the year. Sleeping really late. Reason that freedom is a waste. Got nothing to rely on. The point is we're starting. You can be anything. At last your life begins.

Thursday, 29 August 2013

Watch The World Spinning Gently Out Of Time

     Lost child. Every day wake up clearly out of time. Decide. It'a good idea to start the new day with something better than the 'right' frame of mind. Wake from your dreams. Go for a walk. It's just a matter of time. You'll decide. You know it in your heart. I always enjoy the August moon. I want to go to the roof every night. Every night I don't. I watch it from the window.
     When time passes you don't want to feel like that. And don't drown your beliefs. The sun goes brown and you're yellow. It's so beautiful up here. Go slowly, come slowly and sleep alone.
     Yesterday's headlines blown by the wind. Yesterday's friends leave. Oportunities appear and disappear. Somebody listen to what I'm saying. Is there anybody out there to understand? That's right. What if I disappear in the crack of your misunderstood smile. Sometimes I get the loneliest - bound and powerless - feeling. Sliding on its plane surface. Flowing and falling. Gently out of time. Lost at sea.

Saturday, 24 August 2013

You Know Like The Back Of Your Hand

     I don't have much time to write. I'm reading some books. The list of things I want to do gets bigger and bigger. I have to read a dozen of books, watch a dozen of films and finish something I've been writing. The most controversial part of my year (summer) is almost ending. And I'm almost glad.
     It starts breaking off.
     Phew for a minute there, I lost myself.

Saturday, 17 August 2013

Wake From Your Dreams

     At last I'm back after a long time. It seems like a minute's time. Everything's changed, though. We all got bored with what's going on. We all wanted to say that's it no more. But there is no such thing in life as 'no more'. You'd just stick to it then. I haven't talked to many people since summer started. It doesn't bother me very much. Basically, it's a relief. I'm not losing my nerve.
     I think I somehow enjoyed my holiday. There was a huge point made there. On the right wall it said: ''I don't believe in nothing. Everything's sacred.'' and on the other it said: ''I believe in everything. Nothing is sacred''. I went there and wrote something too. It said: ''Shhh...''
     Had writer's block that day.

Saturday, 27 July 2013

I Can't Come Down, Let It Fall, Let It Flow

     Flow (flv. flowed, flow·ing, flows: To move or run smoothly with unbroken continuity, as in the manner characteristic of a fluid.
     Fall (fôl) v. fell (fl), fall·en (fôln), fall·ing, falls: To drop or come down freely under the influence of gravity.

     We're always reforming. Nothing stays the same. And then you can't go back. It's all wrong, but right and different in a strange way. You are very sure you're fine. ''Has the world changed or have I changed?''. No one believes you. But do you even believe yorself? It's your last chance to do so.


Friday, 26 July 2013

You Can Do No Wrong In My Eyes

     Strange news from another star in Whi.Co. I'm leaving on Monday. I haven't packed anything. However, everytime I'm going on a trip, I leave the packing part for the last two days of my city life. And even if there are blue skies in my city, I like escaping from the mundane.
     I once had this friend who told everyone what to do. I mean she behaved like she was everyone's private councellor. And off course, she made many people angry - not me. In the end, she didn't know anything about her. She got no plan and no way of sayin goodbye. The problem is that many people are close-minded. And now that everyone's out of town, we can't communicate properly.
     Some might say that we need to calm down. Maybe we got nothing more to do. And there's no rain to make a night's walk better.

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

The More You Try To Erase Me, The More That I Appear

     In a few days, I'm going on a trip. I'm going to visit the sea. In the sea, I can always feel calm. When I'm under the surface I feel like I'm dreaming. However, July has been a strange and hollow month so far. We get nothing done and everyone seems tired and sleepy.
     I'm glad that I will go and leave my town and its people for a week or two. Now, I wake up every day at nine and I try to read a book or listen to some music. The best part of my days is the two or three hours that I use only for lying in my bed while reading and listening to 'Hail To The Thief' and 'The Queen Is Dead'.
     The thing I can't stand is that people can choose their friends and lovers, but still we choose the ones we think we deserve and not the ones we really deserve. And we end up having low self-esteem.
     It's all boiling over. Your little voice.

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Send Some Flowers To The Hospital

     I've been busy lately. Basically, I got nothing to do to get me excited. I want to write a novel. This would do just fine. Something long and dark. I have created the characters and I have the beggining of the story. The thing is that I don't know how it's going to end. However, I'll probably start writing it next week. I have some songs that match perfectly with my story ideas. So, who knows? It might end up in a story with music.
     Steadilly, I begin to enjoy my summer days even less. Some things will never wash away.

If you take me then you get relief.

Thursday, 4 July 2013

Life Is Very Long, When You're Lonely

     I'm in a play. That's what is going on the last few days. I'm playing a character who's in love. And he gets the one he wants (like I said, it's a play). It's good, because I can sing and act. There is a problem with the dancing part, but who really cares?
     I have filled my script with lyrics. Every line has its lyric equivalent. Basically, I prefer my own lyric version, but the others enjoy only the phoney original. Still, it's a very great way to express myself and at last I don't stay at home every day.
    Well I wonder...

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

They All Drive Killer Cars

     You go to a show, you hope she goes. Last night, I went to a show. Everybody was there. Off course, nobody cared for nothing.
     I saw a dream today. I don't remember what happened, but the last year I can't sleep or I fall asleep really late. So, when you see a dream or two, you get excited only in the thought of the relaxation and calmness they offer.
     I can't dance.

Sunday, 30 June 2013

I Was Moved By Your Screen Dream

     The digital world won't help you cope with the real one.I finished a story that I've been writing since last February. It ended in only 13 pages, but I'm so happy that I finished it. When you start the story you don't know how it is going to end. So, I didn't know how it was going to end and I was keen on finding out. The best thing is when you build up your main characters' lives. I always have one character who has my opinions and beliefs (and off course many times my own problems), but this time I focused more on the mad side of people.
     My main problem was insomnia. And Clocks. I really need some sleep and I tried to deal with it the way my main character did. It really helps if you have someone who has the same problem. In order to find a solution, you both try many things and the one who succeeds first will help the other. Music is my solution. And I fall asleep. At 5 o'clock in the morning. It's still something.

Friday, 28 June 2013

I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend, I Just Wanna Be Your Lover

     The worst place you can get stuck is the 'Friend Zone' where everything happens fast, you got nothing to say, but it's OK. And sometimes it's really OK, listening to the one you love. Even if she thinks her boyfriend is better. Off course people fall in love and choose the people that they think they deserve. You only get what you think you deserve. Really ironic. I've been stuck on this dream for like a year.
     I'm drawing again. There was some inspiration for me. Nothing really happened, but with good mood, a glass of cold water, a pencil and a paper (and off course the CD Player shouting on the corner of my room!) it felt great. I'm happy these days. It even rained in the summer and I really love rain. I slept for many hours and I went for many walks. Nice days.
     This is the fierce last stand of all I am.

Tuesday, 25 June 2013

A Dreaded Sunny Day So We Can Go Where We Want

     It is really boring listening to people when they have nothing to say. And it's even more boring listening to people who talk, but with other's words. It's like talking to a Quote Book. So. I went out in the city for a walk. Everybody's happy and everybody hates the heat but adores the sunny days that have found us. It's clearly going to be an interesting summer. With all the promising conversations and all.
     It's still quiet in the nights. I can't even whisper. Not really good times for Whi.Co. That's right. Everyone's asleep. Can somebody sing me to sleep? Amazing song. It is perfect for the night playlists.

Sunday, 16 June 2013

Sociability Is Odd Enough For Me

    Last night, I had a dream. I think I was in the city hospital, in a coma. And I was aware that I was in a hospital bed, but I couldn't move my head to see. And there were people and flowers and I didn't want to be there.
    Well, I really want to be with people, I don't want to seem green and lonely, but when I'm with them I want to crawl under a rock and be by myself. I can't stand the conversations. It feels like they all want to tell me what to do. Like they want only their opinion to be heard. And I can't stand phoney people and people who lie. I can't stand them and they're everywhere. I meet them wherever I go.
     I can't take it anymore.

Saturday, 15 June 2013

Pull Me Out

     I feel my luck could change. At last my summer holidays start. It's an amazing feeling. Now, clearly, every day is like Sunday. Every day is dull. But I don't care. I feel like slowing everything down. And I rearranged everything in my bedroom. Now it's allright.
     The thing is that when summer comes and you have some time to spare at last you can relax and do whatever you want to. Time to brush the cobwebs out of the sky.

Saturday, 8 June 2013

I'm Just A Killer For Your Love

     It is significant to choose. But I never know if my choices were wrong or right. It's this point when you ask yourself: Is this where I'm going to? And you're stuck in a state of mind where everything finally seems wrong.
     Two days ago there was some driving rain. And I had to walk for twenty minutes in the rain. It felt like I was high. An amazing feeling. All my thoughts washed away. Even doubts and concerns. My clothes got really wet. Even my socks. The only thing that crossed my mind was this:

     Where am I going to?
     We'll see...

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

The Universe In A Basement

     I found some cassettes and VHS in a box and I listened to some almost muted alternative indie from the early '90s and watched some discoloured movies on the video. It was nice. Sitting there in your couch, comfortable.
     I've been watching a lot of movies lately. Sometimes two a day. It's my way of staying calm. And there aren't many things to do, you know. The choices are only a few. The most boring. Some ridiculously impossible. And they won't happen.

I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied. 
I don't know why I feel so skinned-alive.

Tuesday, 4 June 2013

Up Off The Westway

     It has been a while. I didn't have free time. I'm tired and bored. The last days were just dull and nothing happened. It's just like I'm stuck in a routine. The sky however is blue again. It's a very positive feeling. Even I like it. It gives me a sense of well being.
     At last I rearranged my library. All of the books and CDs fell into place. I threw some of them in the garbage. There were some of my old papers. The ones that had things I wrote three or four years ago. It's kinda embarrasing reading those lines and seeing those drawings.
     Come on. Get through it.

Friday, 24 May 2013

I Wish That Something Would Happen

     They say that if it's in you, it's OK. They say it's not the same. I know that we're always reforming. It's mutual. It's natural. It's in our blood. You can never be the same person wherever you go. We have many masks. One for every place. I have my mask for friends, my mask for commitments. Only on special and significant (probably crucial only to me) moments, I reveal my real face. And the most terrible things happen when the masks fall.
     Then we let ourselves recede. I tried to help many people relax and get the point. I didn't make it happen.
     Overreach yourselves. Try.

Tuesday, 21 May 2013

Here I'm Allowed Everything All Of The Time

     No one's gonna like you now. This is the strangest time of my day. When the curtains are pulled away from the window and the sun hits me in the head. Again. I lost my notebook. That's where I write all my lyrics. Almost more than forty pages were full with them.
     Getting really fond of the summer idea. Somedays I just sit and get bored. I'm training for summer's vacation.
     You can try the best you can.
     The best you can is good enough.

Saturday, 18 May 2013

Your Collection

     Today is the first day of the rest of your days. Had a really great time last night. Again we played live. I fell asleep at about 3 am, even though I returned to my home at 12:30. The stress and the tension at last gave up. There was a lot of frustration the previous days. There are many commitments I have and many things that I've got to take care of.
     Imagine a man that is ready to die. He sits alone in his bed, meditating. He isn't afraid of dying, because he has find out that even though life is the most perfect thing, death is at the Pearly Gates. However he is completely and honestly afraid to say goodbye to his family and friends. So he videotapes his last goodbe and dies.    
     That's ''Videotape''.

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

What's The Cause?

     Ther has been a lot of days since I discovered that there's no time to over-analyse everything. People make a terrible mistake. They prefer Logic over Emotion. Or is it me the one who is totally wrong? Ones brain has many malfunctions. Also their souls have a deep connection with emotions and not logical assumptions.
     This way, you can understand other people by looking them deep in the eyes. You can see every single feeling written on their eyelids. Even a boring look discloses every personal information.
     Whisper a few words and it's all wrong, it's all right. It's all...

Monday, 13 May 2013

There Is A Turn

     What's the best thing that anybody could have? Even though I tried to find out, I can't. Is it all about relationships and people or is it personal fulfilment (although I think that someone can be fulfilled by someone else - again there is an engagement of other people...).   
     No one can survive this life alone. No one.

     So, I think I might discover the answer after a lot of years.

Sunday, 12 May 2013

Red + Blue + Green

     It seems like the sun plays games with the clouds and the rain. It occurred to me that, the last weeks, I fall asleep only after two or three hours in bed. It's very difficult for me. I just lie there and watch the ceiling. Off course music sometimes helps but the sleeping part just doesn't happen.
     And then it's the most perfect feeling. Dreaming. You can always dream of the most amazing things that could ever happen to you and then you wake up in the morning and... ''Oh, it was just another dream''.
     Waiting for the day to pass.

Thursday, 9 May 2013

Empty Glass

     Not even half-empty. That's right. However, at last I'm relaxing. Only a bit of stress. I have so many things to do and so little time. A few years ago, I was obsessed with drawing. Now I haven't painted a single page (without counting the sketch books and the little faces and people I draw on books) since last year. So today I started drawing. It's good to be back. I think I should do a whole project. It should only exist for myself (it's never easy letting others know exactly what you think through music or poetry or literature or drawings).
     Yesterday I finally finished a novel that I was reading since last week. Jitterbug Perfume. It must be the best thing I've ever read. I don't know yet. I will first let a week and the book's emotional impact pass and then I will. Amazing book.
     Tired again.

Friday, 26 April 2013

So Difficult To Play

     At last. I'm going to calm down and get some sleep. It's been a while since I wasn't bored. Now I'm just sitting there. I was checking some uses of the verb play. I particularly liked the ''play gooseberry'' one.
     Surprisingly, I'm a lot better than a few days ago. I've even went to the gym two times in a week! But, the hell. I'm very moody. There are many times when I can't stand anything and anyone (with brief exceptions) and the next minute I'm almost fine again.
     Whatever works. I guess I'll be fine. What we need is some time to think carefully. And it really, really, really could happen. The days they seem to fall from me.
     And I let them go.

Monday, 22 April 2013

More Nervous

     It's not so bad. Being nervous gives you some energy. You can answer questions easily. Even personal questions. Especially personal questions. But what if you answer correctly with implication... and no one gets your point.
     We people many times want to stop thinking. But do we need all these? We just let our problems slip away. Come on people! Let your mind drift away!

     Like me, right? (Sigh)

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Nothing To Fear, Nothing At All

     Yesterday, I bought a cap. A really nice one. Beige with some really unimportant words and numbers on it. I wore it all morning and my head was warm and stuff. Nice cap.
     It reminded me that the summer is near. Don't know what to think. That I want it to come and let my thoughts slip away or that I don't want to stay alone in my room, enjoying long, romantic walks to the fridge? Anyway, summer is a strange era of my years. Of course it's many days off. And sometimes I have the opportunity to play live, which I particularly enjoy (the best way to express myself is singing). In the end I think I like summer a lot. And it's time for ice-cream. And the long walks thing. Nice.

     My computer is on the verge of suicide. The screen is blurry with a pink and green fog. I like it. It's surreal. It matches with my room walls. The weather is sunny (hits me in the head and I don't like it). I really need a vacation, anyone can tell... I talked about the weather.

Monday, 15 April 2013

I've Lost Control

     Ian Curtis really lost control. The thing is that I don't want to lose control. Over anything. The idea doesn't sound so simple, but it can be done. So, what about this crazy weather? Monday the sun shines, Tuesday it rains, Wednesday the sun is burning the ground again. I still need some sleep and my head it spins. Don't lose control...
     Today, I woke up early in the morning and just sat there in my bed, listening to some music. This is probably one of my favorite hobbies the last few days, because, every morning I wake up early and lie in my bed. It's a pretty fun thing to do really. You can hear the others snoring or talking in their sleep. And the shadows on my wall always create very strange shapes and creatures and I sit there and watch them move like a movie.
     When the sun rises the shadows go away. Time for breakfast.

Wednesday, 10 April 2013

Live It Up

     People, obviously, never let the other people know what they think. So, what do you do when everything is in a mess? I'm sure I found the answer. With a little bit of charisma and with a lot of luck, you just try to make the situation worse! Or it just happens, sometimes. Seriously I found an answer to many problems. You just have to wait. Anything can happen. And it's good that when you haven't got any expectations, whatever happens will be greater than what you had thought in the first place.
     Many times I've tried many things to find a solution to my problems. And now that I did, I don't use it...

     Just like Thom Yorke said ''This is the place. It won't hurt, it will not hurt''. Really ironic.

Sunday, 7 April 2013

In Silence

     I just understood the real value of silence. Yesterday, I was out with some friends and I couldn't speak, because I was sick. I had to make them understand what I was thinking only with signs. So, I started experimenting with my face expressions. It's a wonderful thing trying to look totally sad or happy or just bored. When you start messing around with emotions you never get bored. It's not a special day.
     I'm still confused and I don't know what to do. Maybe I'll go for a walk round the corner. To get some fresh air. And think. That will do just fine...

Saturday, 6 April 2013

Am I Still Ill?

     My throat is in terrible pain. I'm officially still ill. Last night we were singing. Loudly. So today I can't even speak. Only a whisper here and there, because it's fun to be in the Whi.Co. However things seem to get better for me. At last a weekend. I need to calm down.
     I want to decorate my room. I'll get a new poster or something. It has started getting kinda dull. Glad that I got a CD-Player, because if I didn't there would be no music in my room (except of course my music).
     Yesterday I could stay up all night. But noone asked me too, so... I just listened to some songs and slept. We played from 21:30 to 1:30 and I had already been sick so it wasn't the best thing for my health. We played 29 songs. It was exhausting, but I was extremely happy, because I wanted some special people to show up and they did. That's life. Sometimes it's very good. For a few minutes.

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Perfect Situation

     I am so confused. Had a really great time this weekend. Filled with tripping nights and music. I only slept two hours in three days. A very strange way of living. Many things happened. Deep inside it surprised me a lot, but I knew that, someday, I would have an extremely weird weekend.
     It's good that I found something to do. Now singing and writing. I always wanted to know what Brandon Flowers would never do. Just 'I never'. What? Going to sleep. I need it.

Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Supposed to be the perfect Friday afternoon.

     Last night I was walking back home. It was still raining and I didn't have an umbrella. So whenever I found a spot where I could protect myself from the rain, I stood there for a few moments. Then I saw two old couples coming. I heard them arguing about something. They weren't angry or something, but they were arguing intensely.
The first lady said: 
- Everyone in our times gets married only because thy're desperate!
And the other answered:
- But how can you say there's not any love in the world?

     Cheesy, uh? But it got me thinking. The men of the company just agreed with their partners. Too busy thinking about food and sleeping, I suppose. They were talking about a restaurant... 
     Everything fine in Whi.Co. 

Tuesday, 26 March 2013

The Raindrops

     We all need a day off. Especially in this dead period. It seems like nothing is really happening. You're waiting and waiting and nothing happens. Everyone is bored. Sometimes I find something new to do, but then I instantly get bored.
     Yesterday there was a lot of raining going on. Time for a day off. Let's watch the raindrops falling on the window pane...

Monday, 25 March 2013

On Your Own

     Just like this. Eveybody needs to do everything by themselves. When you need something to be done you should do it alone. Even people's concern and help (which is always very great) can't do something for you. You must do it yourself.
     And even this 'always should be someone you really love'' that Blur sing, doesn't feel right. Because even in the Whi.Co. you can't speak loudly of what you want and what you need to be done. And then you can't clearly ask someone's help, because you have to stay quiet, in order not to bother anyone. So, what did I say? You're now on your own.

Sunday, 24 March 2013

Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)

     Just like that lyric. Purify the colours, purify my mind. Feeling really peculiar. Images popping up inside my head and I remember that  night when I was walking in an alley five minutes away from my home and noticing an old closed barber shop. There was also a broken bicycle left in front of it. I had never noticed it.
     It would be nice if there was a Whisper Community. Yeah, Whi.Co. Where everybody could make ''...shhh'' and then a choir of ''..shhhh'' follows. OK. Moving on now, 'cause it's getting a little late.