Category: Vita morte e miracoli (sopratutto morte)


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Poised with a dilemma there are many roads you can take.

Steel cages and wings, yours to decide and mine to debate.

Still too much noise in my ears, unbearable city.

Wonderful in its diversity, unfeeling but supreme.

Time in double speed, piano strings waterfall.

Exquisite food that I can’t tuck into.

No one could eat with someone watching, waiting to strike.

The ice-blue in those eyes stepping onto my bones, grinding my teeth.

Done with this, chair creaks backwards.

Question time…shoot.

He looks surprised, taken back from a dirty dream.

Smile on my lips, napkin on my legs, no doubt it was dirty.

Won’t you eat?

A look, that’s all I need to shut him up.

I have a regret in front of me.

The perfect steak on my plate.

Bloody and rare.

Going cold.

1 § 2 § 3

2/? Mind gap

City of steel and glass.

Madhouse.

No way I will sleep.

It wasn’t fate, no.

It was human error.

Mismatched rooms…it looked too good to be true.

Still too tired, barely awake, perfectly able to comprehend.

A new key and already the thought of sleep.

Pair of ice-blue eyes, unintelligible.

I would like to buy you dinner.

Do I want to? Would I like it? How the heck could I know?

The depths I can’t see, things I don’t know.

Words out of my mouth with no filter. Now it’s too late.

He doesn’t smile, not with his eyes. Tomorrow then. I insist.

Thought process of a split second that feels like a whole bloody month of accusations.

Yes.

1 § 2

1/? Water

Another big town.

Same set of eyes, journey made of thoughts.

Streetlights on, shops never closed.

Avenues and bridges over water singing in the rain.

A pristine notepad in my Eastpak, stages in the back of my mind.

Earphones thunder loud in my ears.

For this city is noise and life, chaos unordered.

No void corner to hide, no place to park.

High palaces in the cloudy sky.

And the rain…oh the rain.

Low is my voice underwater for I’m sure

I’ll see you still with no light.

Laugh God.

1 § 2

Why you make me work so hard
When you know that all I want
Is to make your money grow?
You’re like a baby
Who don’t got nowhere to go
I feel you eyeing me
You keep it on the low

But I can’t let you in
And I can’t keep you out
I wait for life to end
But it never comes around
And I can’t hear you call
And I can’t hear me shout

I wait for it to break
But it never comes around

And I’m lonely
Feeling like I’m falling apart

E queste notti.

Dalle 9 a chissà che ora del primo mattino.

Take out a lato del notebook, tu che mi racconti qualsiasi ed ogni possibile cosa che possa farmi ridere come una matta e farmi andare la Cola su per il naso.

I tuoi occhi che mi sorridono mentre lavoriamo al tavolo.

La sigaretta che fila fumo nella stessa mano che ha guidato la chevrolet darling.

Potrei ferire per non perdere queste notti, Ti.

Eppure…

Fräulein, did you think about that job?

Yeah. I am actually.

Oh…

And you say nothing else.

There are things I want to say to you but I’ll just let you live. [LDR-NFR!]

The mood I get when lackin sleep.

The thoughts I’m having out of the blue.

My legs hurtin’ going up roads that I knew so well.

Working something new, scared shitless.

I need new roads to travel even if I don’t like to stray.

At this rate Christmas will only be a day of December in the calendar.

A new project, no more writing nights.

Seeing Ti less, not really caring much.

Still…

Sunday afternoon, drinking tea with Grandma Flora (my namesake!)…

A cup older than me, all baroque, made of chalk.

Sky not bluer than our eyes.

Family with three generations of blue eyes.

Home not really home anymore, still and warm.

Afternoon in amber and silence.

Peace and sighs.

Strings of dialogue unimaginable, loving her more than myself.

4700

Ho appena scoperto che smanettando un po’ (leggasi PARECCHIO) The sims 2 gira su Win10…forse…

Mi mancano alcuni file per mandarlo sotto torchio sul serio in test ma promette qualcosa di decente questo programma del 2004!!!

YAY!

Lutto

Sono qui che penno questo dolore immenso

La mia MOBO MSI con XP dopo 15 anni di puro ed onorato servizio ha dato l’ultimo addio ieri mattina e sono ufficialmente senza PC da battaglia.

La grafica è in stallo fino a data di destinarsi come anche le mie maratone visive/audio ed i gameplay sims2…fortuna che ho un disco WD corazzato e non sono tanto preoccupata per i miei dati… (per ora non ho ancora fatto copia però…acc!)

Temo che dovrò dire addio ad XP…mannaggia!!!

Per rifare il computerino voglio rimanere con MSI perché la qualità audio….!!! ma i prezzi per le MOBO da gaming sono a dir poco AHHHHHHH!!!!

Disperata!!!

Update!

Undoing Time is complete!

Nights like tonight are not made.

They are born while I plow through with the Chevrolet Darling.

It’s already a few weeks I’m having this sort of melancholy.

Crawling back from a far away place inside the folds of my brain.

Reading novels written for illiterates no doubt.

Stream of thought greys, ocras and dark greens.

Films for depraved made in lead, mud, chalk and diamonds.

Music resembling the shout of a beast slaughtered, warhowler heartbreaker.

I have been forged in darkness, and never feared it.

When you fear, you push away.

You don’t actually see what you fear.

Truth is: bathing in the sun for too long can bruise you.

Sight and sound black as your eyes.

Dead this night.

For I can’t bear them alive.

Music. Sound. Machine running the miles.

I don’t remember anymore the nightbirds, the endless typing, the epic journeys made with fog fanning out.

I know who I am.

I don’t know who I was, who you thought about in the dead of the night when all was said and done.

I feel just the endless road built and destroyed where my children are resting.

For I had many children, wouldn’t you know.

They were the most fair: dark eyes, dark hair, white teeth gleaming in warning for mother sleeps soundly and needs not to be disturbed.

Still my car is running in the dead of the night.

Past gas services, past lives and deaths, past people and creatures made from a faulty deity who forgets and never really forgives me for my sins.

And thus the guitar sounds like the end of a world born in the dark.

And the clear tenor screeches notes of ireFire.

Been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true…[…]
Don’t know where you’re goin’
Only know just where you’ve been

I always collected satin ribbons.

I don’t know why I do it but now I find a rainbow made of every hue and I understand.

Some ribbons I have tied after I met you.

They are the most beautiful of all.

Still the colours of life.

Still in a dream.

Still there to remind me.

Like unsaid words into seasons and years.

Single days in bliss.

Those I will remember today. 🌻🌼🍁🌾🌄

Il primo sabato del mese di Settembre.
San Grato e la fine dell’estate.

Il frastuono delle voci sul soffitto alto dell’oratorio.

La vita che gira perpetua ancora…

Presto tutto questo rimarrà solo dentro la mia testa…nel silenzio.

Mentre pellicole strane, a tratti cliniche a tratti ironiche mi passano davanti…fra nuvole di fumo e quartieri cinesi.

Saigon e Lussello.

Antipodi e vicini di casa.

Come with me underwater.

And die to despise me no more.

4674

Sono due settimane che lavoro ininterrottamente.

Non mi stupisce dopo sei mesi che ci do dentro per riuscire a fare soldi e finalmente lo smaronamento sta dando i suoi frutti perché la gente è tornata a casa dalle ferie.

Ferie che io non ho fatto, se non contiamo sette giorni divisi in due riprese.

Totale a tre zeri in due settimane di Ka-ching!

Dovrei essere euforica.

Invece no.

Sono stanca e poco felice.

Sta a vedere che cambio lavoro…

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