Wednesday, January 17, 2001

dio, quanto vorrei che tu mi amassi fino a strapparmi l'anima.

Thursday, December 14, 2000

i'm here again.
time has passed. i have changed my mind. over and over again.
i want to go back. back to the roots.
when it was then, i wanted to improve. to see all. to know all.
now, i'm fed up.
all experiences pile up inside of me.
i'm a sum of faces, voices, memories, places, smells, sounds.
i am an infinite pattern of things i've seen.
i am not me anymore.
i want to forget.
i want an empty mind.
i want to start all over.
simple emotions. simple colors. simple words.
sophistication led me to intoxication.
nothing is genuine any longer.
nothing is true.

i simply want fresh wind of my face,
rain on my skin,
i want to close my eyes and breathe.
i want sweet tunes.
i want to stop.
stop running, stop worrying, for a while.
i want to stop, and live.

tabula rasa.
blank mind.
going back.
free from all prejudices, from all influences.
can i?
am i able?
will i make it?



(music: opeth, dargaard, coldplay, jack or jive)