Skin
Purple (singolo)

This morning I'm quite out of it. I definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed, in the "don't touch me" kind of way. I slap on my phone's headphones with a built-in radio (I work like crazy but can't afford a decent MP3 player) and settle into my spot on the bus, praying that even this morning the inspector doesn't get on and catch me not stamping my ticket for the umpteenth time. The sky is gray, leaden, I feel like the last of society's rejects, a second-class citizen. I jump from one station to another without finding anything that captures my attention, and meanwhile, a spontaneous reflection arises on the downward path networks take as soon as summer begins... everywhere it's a proliferation of teen idols, macarenas, and similar crap... until I get fed up and leave it on the first station that comes up, since it's all the same garbage anyway.

Gradually, I slip into my thoughts, until a feline voice wakes me from my drowsiness, blending with my thoughts and intertwining with my paranoias. I don't even notice and start crying, while in the distance I spot the station that's my stop. I don't even know why or maybe I do, but I feel transported to the only place I really want to be right now, and I sob. I swallow salty tears while the rough voice is both a caress and a scratch. Skin knows how to lift you up to the sky and then immediately attack you with a rage you wouldn't think possible, now is one of those sky times. It tears you apart until you bleed, but then it licks the wound with an unexpected sweetness, perhaps more beautiful for that reason. In high school, everyone was listening to the good old "Stoosh" and felt so alternative... I cling to the walls of the well of tears I'm slipping into, hoping no one looks at me right now. I get out and the fresh air caresses my wet face. In my ears, the central part of the song, the most beautiful, the instrumental crescendo intermezzo between one chorus and the next is a wave that comes and sweeps you away before crashing onto the melodic rock.

I've arrived, the train is already waiting for me. The last tear and the last note end together as my hand yanks off the headphone with a swipe. It's eight, and I've had my fill of emotions for today.