How is it that I'm here again?
How is it that I hear words in the silence, read sentences in the sky, draw trees on the glass?
How is it that a tear falls to the rhythm of music?
The era of Casiotone, M.Kuntz, Velvet Underground, and probably 883 has begun again.
Just as it disappeared, the biting wind has returned: from a teasing breeze, it has turned into a storm.
"We've nothing to do and we've nothing to say. Oh, when you go..."
A memory, a smile, a frozen thought, a tear... a regret.
All while I listen to the soundtrack of friendship, perhaps the truest, certainly the most unhealthy, yet still mine.
To hell with it.
Your stupid coupé will never be able to give you the same emotion as her smiling, the sun’s reflection, blinding yet so intense and powerful.
I judge you and terrify you, in the name of our decades-long friendship, in the name of personal hatred for normality.