Keep the fuzz going, all this hippy stuff with sand blowing in the wind.
onsdag, april 29
söndag, april 26
Old Town
I passed through the old latin quarters today, where smoke and dust made my eyes foggy and sweet noises kept ringing in my ears. I hope I will go there soon again, swirling down a whirlpool of old memories and forgotten tales, ancient mysteries of love and theft.
fredag, april 24
Late Night Thunder
I went to the beach at night, I can't remember why but I think it was something that I felt I just had to do. I dug a hole near the shoreline, the sand was wet and heavy, and way down there I placed one muscat, one apple-seed and one piece of ginger. The most beautiful things can be seen at this sight today, and I can't help but feel that I have a small part in it.
onsdag, april 22
lördag, april 18
Hot Sun Melting Your Worries Away
Step outside in the sunshine, talkin' 'bout Happy Feelings and Murky Eyes. Everything is hazy and mellow but the liquor is strong, so strong, and the wine tastes better than ever.
fredag, april 10
tisdag, april 7
Days Spent Drifting On A Road
A blind man crossing a desert, and an old woman sailing on the rainbow. They met halfway, fell in love instantly, and now they live together somewhere along the south pacific train line.
I saw them when I was heading for Reno, they stood in the doorway, really close to each other, probably feeling the warm summer breeze running through their curly, silver grey hair.
I miss that scenery, the cold nights with nothing but the wind shaking the trees, and the hot days when every footstep felt like a mile.
måndag, april 6
Secret Place
My old man used to take me to the treehill, there we would make our own whistles and dance with the squirrels and the snails.
lördag, april 4
The Windtalker
I will fall in love a thousand times tonight, and whisper to the wind before I go to sleep.
torsdag, april 2
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