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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. 💪

I’m not telling how but I found and I’m actually listening to the instrumental of Lana Del Rey’s ‘Lust for Life’.
This is the best night of 2018 so far…because I went straight for the Heroin and White Mustang tracks and it’s Sapphire Blue all over again.

With the heat, the descending sunrise glinting over the mustang, sweet smelling air, tropical fruit roasting and that “incredible” electric hammond in the end.

I will only say it once.

It’s almost psychedelic and holy fucking shit summer’s here again thanks to the contralto darling.

I’m flying to the moon again
Dreaming of that marzipan
Takin’ all my medicine
To take my thoughts away

There are times I scream while driving.
The need overpowers all my common manners, overpowers the eight Kenwood speakers audio system.
The Chevrolet purrs under my feet in a primal answer to the anger.
Because it’s a long while ago I took my loved bike for a ride.
I had enough of about everything currently around me.
I’m itching for a fight.
La valvola di sfogo diventa l’umido nastro nero illuminato dai fari lunghi della mia tesora.
We run like bullets.
The soft mist lacerated by the sheer force of the engine as the speed goes up.
Me smiling when the indicator hits the two-hundred mark and the only thing i hear is the roar.
I think I shall be home before breakfast Ti, remember to add a cup for me, please.

Why does my heartbeat feel like a speaker?
Feeding back…
Repeater, repeater!

You know what I truly like?

To drive my massive car softly.

The engine warms very slow in cold winter days such as these.

I almost feel the moment the motor oil starts to be less dense, flowing faster and the slight vibration of the pistons cease.

My big purring baby when the temperature is just right and I finally open the gas and she growls eating the asphalt away a fraction of second later.

The horsepower that makes me smirk evilly.

This morning me and her….makin’ sweet love.

Adesso sapete anche perché molti di miei personaggi sono patiti di bolidi. Sí, venderei la mia anima x un nuovo carburatore proprio come Roger Taylor…sigh…peccato che la mia abbia l’iniezione elettronica!

I feel love every million miles
I feel love every once in a while…

Passare il sabato sera davanti al caminetto con un dito di cognac vecchio di trent’anni, l’aroma del sigaro di Ti nell’aria, un buon match di poker, il mio buzzurro che mi lancia sguardi dall’altro lato del divano e la Piaf che canta nell’angolo buio della sala, sotto le finestre.
Right now he’s gone to get the profiteroles from the fridge and this is priceless…
Quanto ci scommettiamo che tra un’oretta passeremo allo strip poker? 😏

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