I lacked the low notes. Those
its deep, vibrant, predestined to prepare for the moment when all blocks to thinking-what is not important, do so. "
I miss them a bit 'of things, perhaps, not just the low notes.
's rare that I let go and melancholy eyes behind their backs now. Many more than forward, far forward as possible, and also high in the face to the sun-will be buying a case of special glasses, after twenty-five years without? -
I do not know well, as is traditional, locate the missing piece.
Di bordi e di contrasti, così forse mi definirei, ma ciò non significa che io riesca a ritrovare le nere fughe delle piastrelle che compongono il pavimento che è il mio petto.
Di bordi e di contrasti perchè adoro dei forti stacchi di colore, perchè adoro gli angoli a quindici, trenta, quarantacinque, sessanta e soprattutto novanta gradi; perchè adoro le linee parallele solo quanto quelle perpendicolari.
No, non vedo la vita in bianco e nero: una cosa può esserci, non esserci e altro, varie ed eventuali. L'amore può essere univoco, biunivoco e altro, varie ed eventuali. La ragione può essere mia, tua, ma anche altrui, di tutti e di nessuno.
Dicevo che ho questo pavimento nel petto, with the joints to divide black (which is to combine) the tiles.
imagine me lying, bound like Gulliver immense.
and relaxed look, barely raising his head, my chest floor, and no, I do not move any other muscle, if not stiff neck.
I see a plain, a tray, a launching pad, a checkerboard, a dance floor, a place to make love.
reminds me of playing the spectator, all of this. I will
stranger watching me, say that after more than a year has passed I still do not feel this to be delivered .. not so much from my legs but that is my life.
I thought it was a matter of new responsibilities.
I think it's a lack of reference points.
makes sense to think: how do they exist edges and contrast if you do not feel the lines?
I'm fading.
I really hope to cling to.
[I was thinking that this picture sums up very well .. luckily my]
