the Durutti Colomun
The Return of Durutti Column

Life is like a smile of emotions. Smile, eliminate those who dim your smile, and surround yourself with everything that makes you feel good.

An intoxicating Italian spring. Scent of lemons, flowers, and sea air. A fishing village climbs to the notes of a simple genius guitar of a skinny boy, dreaming of escaping from his metropolis and his perpetual depression.

Fresh lemonade, guitar notes dance simply, joyfully, and melancholically. The joy of being in a distant, perhaps imaginary, country away from his pain.

Colorful houses, desires of childhood memories, joyful voices of children running down narrow cobblestone streets. Starry nights to get lost in while staring at his star, scents of butterflies that are nothing more than guitar notes flying like moths through open windows scented with basil, the scent of fresh air, a laid table, the scent of freedom.

Bliss with just a few guitar notes, if this isn’t Art.