Every little thing

will be all right. - Bob Marley

Simplify, caro mio

simplify.

Preach the Gospel at all times,

and when necessary, use words. -- Francis of Assisi

Very well said. Or done.

If you don't know where you are going,

any road will take you there. Lewis Carroll

Is this a good thing or not?

Multiple Personality

One Day, Everything would Fall

One day, everything
would
fall. Mangoes. Laundry from hangers.

Words on paper. Words on water. Words in stone.

Hair. Pearls from the sky. Words on deaf ears.
From mute clouds.
Daggers from stares.
Grandmothers down the stairs. Angels

People from buildings. Scraping the sky. Scratching space.

Snow in the Philippines. Fire in Siberia.

Okay, rain. Okay, tears. I. Out of love.

In love. Into you.

All over again. Or Never again.

For the first time.

Or the last.
Down.
Down.
Down. I. Asleep.

Into a coma.

Commas,
,
,
,
,
,
,
,

Sentendo a Zero Assoluto: Minimalismi

Basta poco per accorgersi che basta poco
E se ci credi non c'è tempo per tornare indietro
E dammi una mano e se ti va
E ce ne andremo insieme dove vorrai tu
Viaggia fino a quando il viaggio ci sta
Se la voglia c'è
E c'è luce intorno
Basta che rimani sempre con me
Anche se non sono qui seduto accanto a te
Qui Con Te
Adesso

Tu sai bene che c'è poco tempo
Per giocare insieme
E basta poco per accorgersi che basta poco
E se ci tieni non c'è niente che ci fermi adesso
Basta che non scappi per paura
Che tutto finirà senza niente in mano
Lascia stare
Non pensare per te
Che la verità non si sa neanche in due
Io e te
Adesso.

Tu sai bene che c'è poco tempo
Per giocare insieme

Tutto quello che c'è non basta
Tra le mani un ricordo non resta
Non c'è niente che al mondo mi lascia
Più di merda
E più entusiasta
Tutto quello che c'è non basta
Tra le mani un ricordo non resta
Non c'è niente che al mondo mi lascia
Più di merda
E più entusiasta

Tu sai bene che c'è poco tempo
Per restare insieme

Come stai. Bene.

Come stai. Bene. Bello. Allora. Grazie. Ciao. Va Bene. Vado via. Ciao. Ci vediamo. Si. Forse. Come? No. Mamma Mia! Come mai? Nooooo! Davvero? Comunque. Parliamo dopo. Non sono sicuro. Ma, vediamo. Ciao.

Humming in My Head

Humming in my head one of the songs I composed with Paulo, a friend from Brazil, back when we were still musicians in a foreign land. Hehe.

And the song goes:

Sono svegliato piu presto
oggi una domenica senza sole
solo la pioggia che carezza la finestra...

Hayayayayayayayayay...

I forgot the lyrics now. But the melody lingers. The beat. Still here. Heart. Beating.

I Need a Writer

I need a writer. I need a secretary. I need a laptop. I need a rice cooker. I need a new pair of socks. I need time. I need sleep. I need a best friend. One who would watch foreign films with me on a Sunday afternoon. Or watch Star Cinema movies with me on Wednesdays. One who writes. And reads books. Lots of books. One who loves long lunches and long, lazy conversations and/or long, intense conversations. One who likes traveling, and reading while traveling. One who likes Classical Music. French love songs. Bossa Nova. Italian pop. Spanish folk. One who loves to cook. One who is not me and is me at the same time. One who likes wine and gummi bears.

I need to go home. And sleep. I want to sleep. I want a home. I need a home.

I need You. Yes, You. You in the mirror. Come home.

A Story You Tell Yourself For Consolation

One night (and it just had to be a rainy one), my wallet took my keys and ran away. Bringing with it my identity, and a year of computer documents. How is it gonna survive the streets with just 200 pesos and some old receipts? And what is it gonna do with my atm card when it doesn't even know my pin?

I guess, it happens. I should have known. There comes a day in a wallet's life when it grows tired and bored of its old life and it would just take off without a word nor the pre-requisite farewell fuss.

Wallets grow up and feel the need to be independent. They leave. It's normal.

If they do come back, don't be surprised if they arrive empty and wanting. It usually is like that.

Swimming in Black

Tired and bored at work? Try this.

Girls

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