concert

september.

each summer has stolen a little piece from my mind.

one more to add to this 28years collection.

a little dumber though.

i don’t know when there will be no more of me

but the sun, the sea, the green fields, the rocks,

the trees, the pebbles, the sky, the air, the music.

or is this me?

fish

you are.
don’t let the fishing traces on you.
release.

Rough period of time. Everything outside my inner world sucks. By saying «inner» i mean my life as i manage it without the intervention of  upper values (let’s choose randomly : the state of my country!!!). I have to hold the line of in and out… How possible is this? Can i say «yes, i am super-cool with myself» when : we ‘re coming into a bankruptcy, we ‘re lacking self-awareness, we ‘re more than «persons of last-minute»? Finally we ‘re persons of no-minute. We do nothing. FISHHHHH.

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