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In the cold nights like this
all I want is you to be here
laying next to me on my bed.
You have my head in your arms
and you play your fingers through my hair.
We chat and we laugh.
Simple as that.

No.. no that simple! Screw that!
All I want is to love me in an intense, in an insane way, more than you loved her.
Don't steal my magic.. Please.. We worth it!

21/06/16

In the morning it was Rome.

In the night it is Edinburgh.

But an Edinburgh with a full moon. And my mind is here. Strolling around all these I've been through - with you, for you. In the darkness of a young life covered with stones and thorns, on which the moon light will throw shadows to hide secrets and questions unanswered for a lifetime.

Thoughtless, childish, guilty.

"Hate me so good, that you can let me out."

And the song begins...

What I want from you is empty your head
They say be true, don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me like a rootless tree

What I want from us is empty our minds
We fake the thoughts, and fracture the times
We go blind when we've needed to see
And this leans on me, like a rootless...

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
There's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out

What I want from this
Is learn to let go
No not of you
Of all that's been told
Killers re-invent and believe
And this leans on me, like a rootless...

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
There's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out

Fuck you, fuck you, love you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

"Rootless tree", Damien Rice

30/05/16

A bunch of memories and photographs

Spread in months less than a year

July, December, January, March, April and May

They got three seasons

They might get summer as well to close the first circle

How many hoops can get into your chain?

How many places, how many destinations - with her?

You make her see a long chain in the horizon, made of gold
Is it just another hallucination?

She never let her imagination go free, go ahead

She’s never before used gold to create

This is the first time two bodies

Talk to each other

Silence writes the most beautiful melody

Embracing voices that cannot be heard

And it all makes sense for a moment

Her heart beats fast without rushing

Her lips want to be kissed without asking

She will walk all the way up to the top 

Struggling but not complaining

Completely alone. Completely with him.

On the way, she will be putting on the t-shirt he left,

every night,

to sleep with his perfume on her cold,

warm of thoughts and lust

bed.

Goodnight.

Miss M.

31/01/16

Like a pigeon in the sky, or a goldfish in the ocean.

You are by default insignificant, a weak creature in the vastness of the universe.

No matter what..

In storm, in tempest you would fly high, you would dive deep till you reached your farest destination.

I saw you riding your motorbike yesterday. You always reached for danger. Fearless and strong.

The cold air on your wavy hair, pumping through your lungs - a god’s look shining all over you. A giant in my eyes.

Then I realised you didn’t belong here. Heroes are not made for this world.

They are born to ride on greater motorways where there is no time, no rush and speed is all you need to feel alive.

Fuck them all!

Go there, pass the limits, run to infinity

set your wheels on fire and live in eternity!

Miss M.

(for John G.)