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.
onsdag, januari 28
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.
Etiketter:
A Flock Of Seagulls,
Gazneva,
Richard Gateaux
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
tisdag, januari 20
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.
Etiketter:
Best Friend Around,
George Tindley,
Simple Minds
fredag, januari 16
An Odyssey In Delight
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."
Etiketter:
Alan Parsons Project,
Colenso Parade,
Pilooski
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.
måndag, januari 5
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.
Etiketter:
Daniele Baldelli,
John Forde,
Peter Brown
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