Barlow
Castles

I fell in love, I fell in love with those gray structures that spun around me when I was younger. Above my beloved Montello, at night, I could see the lights of the Venetian plain, and I still can, but now I am far away.

I can imagine the summer heat imbued with old memories, happy or not. I can remember that time we sneaked into a villa at dusk, reaching the top in the observatory, we found a heap of books and diaries dating back to the Second World War; then the escape from the guardian, the jump from the wall, and the laughter. Perhaps now I wouldn't have the courage to venture into that fantastic villa, but I would be interested in doing it.

Or that time we retrieved some fire extinguishers after drinking one too many beers, we went to spray the vines in the countryside, and once the powder inside was used up, we lay down on the grass under the scorching sun, drank another beer, and meditated for a long time in front of the "line of destiny".

The stolen kisses behind the middle schools even though I attended high school, I have always been fascinated by the back of the school, a beautiful garden with all faded murals, they reminded me a lot of summer camps. If you turned the corner, you could find yourself in front of the "agency of ideas," a place where you could play: table soccer, ping pong. You could use the PCs, a luxury at the time, the endless afternoons spent in front of Monkey Island, all together, until the new mayor with the green tie had the brilliant idea of closing the "center of the hole" according to his "modest" opinion and everything went to hell.

This album might remind you of many things, probably a lot of '90s bands. The songs are pervaded by a continuous and perpetual nostalgia, but what it reminded me of, instead, are my stories, my past, and parallel lives when I was a kid, a mishmash still needing seasoning that I once called life.