onsdag, januari 28

Mourning Town



We walked across the valleys of our dreams, holding hands, and everywhere we went, giant stonebridges rose under our feet. The sad thing was, even after you left and I fell down, the bridges were still standing there, as tall as ever, and I was left walking among monuments of silver grey, lost in a city where empty cries echo in the dark.


söndag, januari 25

I Hear Voices In The Dark



I caught a glimpse of that inner darkness you said you always carry around. I didn't know then, but I can see now what it means.

torsdag, januari 22

Coastal



"The daylight traffic should be lighter than this", he thought as he was driving south to an unknown coastline. Love was creeping up on him from both sides now, he tried to stay focused but kept slipping into daydreams of burning palm trees and smooth martinis, all the things he thought he was way beyond.


onsdag, januari 21

Get Into Magic



Wild horses race the sky searching for someone to share their crazy voyages with. 
"I'm right here", you say. "Well, come along then, don't let us wait."

tisdag, januari 20

Evening Feel



Don't get lost in the fog, I promise you we will wake up early.


söndag, januari 18

Arrogance Gave Him Up



He lost his arrogance years ago, traded it in for a broken heart and lines from books he never finished reading.

fredag, januari 16

An Odyssey In Delight



A land of Heartattack & Vine, it's nice let's leave. Wake up beneath the Shiny Mosquitos of a Lost Swamp in moonlight. Rhythm guitarists stalking us in the night, making love to strangers;  nobody else would ever care.


måndag, januari 12




The following day, on his daily walk through the centre of the town, he saw the sparrow playing with another bird. The sight of his friend made him happy, and he watched how they were chasing each other, flying side by side close to the ground for a while, then taking off to the sky until they were forever lost in sight.





torsdag, januari 8



"The air feels much lighter in the Mid-West", he was thinking as he entered the street again, carefully avoiding any unplanned encounters with disconcerting locals. "Perhaps it's the dew from the Ouachita mountains, or the magic breeze of Hot Springs, I couldn't tell. In any way, it makes my heart feel lighter, too."


tisdag, januari 6



John F. Updike was sitting in a small café, quietly resting his legs as a soft noise caused him to turn around, only to see that the small grey sparrow he had just been studying closely had taken off, leaving him alone by the table with thoughts of the sky above and why birds behave in such strange ways.

lördag, januari 3

Seaside Disco, Part 2: Daniele Baldelli's Dream









Tripping on tall grass, wet from outbursts of soft rain and moonshine. I listened to your voice, you were saying something beautiful. All I could do was to scream, but it seemed right at the time.