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Hell yes!

You know.

Every road, raindrop, curve.

My memory cristal clear, glasspane between now and then.

Eidetic, electric.

The engine still running, my queen Chevrolet bee.

Too long a distance between.

Still there depths and pillars, altar of love lost and found.

Rekindled flame, rain never ending turnin to snow.

I remember you, silence and smile and impossible things before dawn.

The clock, the sounds, digits and limbs.

Here in my car, pitch black on a road that lead nowhere until…

The day I met you.

I can’t describe the change…but I can write down the start of the end.

Can I?

The road always goes on, and delivers.

You just have to travel and never stop.

You’ll be tired and you’ll be wishing many things left behind you.

Regret them not.

All you need is within yourself until the engine groans.

Rain pouring.

Silence black in the alley.

Cold set of keys in your hand.

Flat deserted of light.

Quiet steps, breath held.

Bed of giants, rocks of dwarves.

Man sleeps while my mind rambles of ends and means.

Soft breaths, solid warmth.

Cinder and soot.

Whirlwind you are, shaking my old leaves

I watch you through the day, silent.

in the early mornings, while you still sleep.

I watch you and think many thoughts, more or less difficult.

I watch you when you drive us away to someplace else in this little holiday taken.

I don’t think I’ll ever tire out.

Colours extravagant and the sharp perfume of lavender.

The cadence of your voice in another tongue.

Earth blood red, diffusing its colour to light brown.

But the sky is down under my feet, the height of my waist.

Blue lavender, as far as I can see.

A sky made of flowers that sways in the evening as the sun leaves us in the shade and the perfume gets sharper.

Ecco fiori per voi:
lavanda fragrante, menta, santoreggia, maggiorana,
il fiorrancio, che va a letto col sole
e con lui s’alza, piangendo: questi son fiori
di mezza estate, e io penso che si diano
a uomini di mezza età.
(William Shakespeare)

Bright light, almost blinding
Black night, still there shining
I can’t stop, keep on climbing
Looking for what I knew
Had a friend, she once told me
“You got love, you ain’t lonely”
Now she’s gone and left me only, looking for what I knew
~ Led Zeppelin

4453

Crema solare. Check.

Occhiali da sole. Check.

Mountain Bike revisionata. Check.

Chevrolet darling lavata e lucidata. Check.

Controllo del sistema Kenwood. Check.

Notebook, smartphone e Canon. Check.

Capelli tagliati. Check.

Armadio Primavera/Estate. Check.

Andiamo a mordere l’asfalto e fare soldi.

This one is not so bad at least there’s a theme in it…but a bit more rhythm and a shorter title, contralto darling? xD

Guess who I’m drivin’ home tonight?😏

Ti, wait for me baby!

We are coming to get you me and the Chevrolet darling!!! 😎

Almost forgot…I have the leather jeans on and I know I’m getting it tonight. 💪

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