Sweet Zuzzurro eating a piece of lettuce.
(Source: youtube.com)
Sweet Zuzzurro eating a piece of lettuce.
(Source: youtube.com)
The way is dark and I’m tired and small…Under my skin, sing lonely wires.
Talking about fragility. The balance of things is gonna be destroyed. Teen dreams plummet. Touch my skin, touch my skull, death is not so scary anymore.
A white ship sails on a black sea takes my love from me and it takes so long but then I understand..I under…Stand. Put your hand in my good hand, promise not to leave this dry and barren land.
They say true love is forever. I feel like a teenager tonight. I do not want to quit.
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You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness…Like resignation to the end, always the end.
My biggest fear is leaving a life without achieving what you really want. I am always scared about it. Sometimes I scared about my skills.
Sweet sixteen and we had arrived…Baby’s table dancin’ at the local dive…Cheerin our names in the pink spotlight drinkin’ cherry schnapps in the velvet night…
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Don’t you wish you could live this lie? ‘Cause I can see through you and I don’t get it…’Cause I can see through you and there’s no way…
Stuck in a cage called life.
Images and words help me to get out.
Enemy of myself.
You’ve been talking for hours, you say time will wash every tower to the sea…And now you’ve got this worry in your heart. Well, I guess it’s only life. It’s only natural. We all spend a little while going down the rabbit hole…
I’m wearing the same dress I wore last time I’ve been there, sitting in this chair, writing about my melancholy feelings. I don’t remember how much time has been passed but I feel more or less the same. There is something missing in my days. Sometimes I cry and I say that I feel lonely without a real friend, a friend to share everything with. But few minutes later I realize is not that the point. The point instead, is that I like to be lonely and I miss New York so bad these weeks. Every time I sit here and I’m in the mood to write down something automatically I speak about New York. E’ più forte di me. I change my mind so many times in just one minute of life, I change places, I change people, I change clothes, I change also trains. I cannot change this feeling of melancholy wherever I go, whatever I do. ‘Cause I wait for so long to see again this beautiful garden but now that I can, I’m not more interested in.
It’s only life. It’s only natural.
Take me out tonight, take me anywhere…I don’t care. I don’t care.
Thinking about the fact that probably there is something wrong in my mind, ‘cause I ofter see and hear things that it seems others don’t. I have always had this feeling, this input into my soul to complain and to fight for what is unfair, for what is not polite. But sometimes this feeling turns into a force, a passionate, dramatic, bad force and I cannot do anything to go against myself, it’s something natural, it’s something that is supposed to be into me, into my veins. There are moments like this, in which I realize why I am alone not lonely but alone. It’s my choice but first of all I know that, maybe none, can really get my point, ‘cause sometimes it’s too hard also for me. Image my self in a garden, huge and open wide with many pink flamingos and a soft music comes from nowhere, I close my eyes.
Melancholy mood.
It’s you, it’s you, it’s all for you…Everything I do…I tell you all the time. Heaven is a place on earth with you. It’s better than I ever even knew, they say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you.
When I’m coming back home and I’m looking outside of the window I usually do a lot of thoughts. Today coming back from an heavy day I was thinking about the last time I felt happy and immediately I thought and I think at last night eating an ice cream with you, just for less than one hour. I smiled ‘cause I know that I would like to do many things in my life, many dreams to realize but the best thing ever is still you. The luck to be loved and to love is still the best thing in my life. Something worth living for.
Keep making me laugh, let’s go get high…The road is long, we carry on try to have fun in the meantime…
Born to live. As spring was.
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Go silent, see them running around changing the rain. Gold is colder than ice, more is more than you can take…Open your eyes.
Through a foggy window, trying to see more about your future. Trying to figure out if everything has already been written or it has been just a case.
I do not like rain so much as I thought.
Spring is coming and I wanna show you all my new blog, related to Something Precious project (the website now is under construction, but it will be again online soon).
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If you wanna be part of it showing your works or whatever, please feel free to contact me!
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Juliet, the dice was loaded from the start and I bet and you exploded in my heart…And I forget, I forget the movie song…
A memory often comes when you are thinking about something else, it’s like a shiver, like a breath, like a gaze of someone that you have met before but don’t realize exactly when. To me a memory is like gold, like a sunbeam comes and lays on your bed when the summer is coming and the blinds are not totally down and you don’t want to wake up.
You know the movie song.
Thursday by the harbor I questioned the sea “Will I ever visit that man?” The sky filled with heavy clouds that fills my eyes with tears I had to run back home and cry.
I read somewhere nothing lasts forever but everything changes constantly, could be the same with feelings?
I have been dreaming for so long.
“Rising up slowly, and getting higher…I’ve been living with a hole in my heart. Weighting down on me, but I’m a fighter…I know I still got a shot in the dark”
7 something in the morning. I am on a train, on my way to school. I see beyond the window sun’s rising and I feel me again, only for few seconds, but I felt me. The one who came back home with two bags or even more full of vegetables listening to those songs, the same I was listening this morning, the same make me feel, stronger. I now I have chances, let’s put it in this way, but I lose myself so many times. Feeling out of place. That still happens to me and too many times. But at the end of the day, I guess I still got a shot in this dark.
