I like Sunday summer mornings. It's the last morning, the last beginning. And, usually, is the only day - beginning in which I do nothing. Actually, I do a lot of things which, during the week, I don't do: listen to music, sing at the shower (and I have time to commiserate my neighbours), I watch the best movies, I walk in the street. I have time to childishly fight with everybody. Only time.
Sunday morning in the summer, time is not anymore your enemy. It's that old friend whom you once played chess, and he beat you. And it's that old friend who made your hair white, who made your child an adult, who gave you a big bag of medicines...
But Sunday morning in the summer, it's time for anything. Time to be time. Only time.
P.S.: It's Saturday.
Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning/Songs About Jane [2002]
3 May 2008
2 May 2008
Night
Someone has noticed that my articles are mainly published at night. She asked me why. And I answer her now.
The night is the most beautiful moment of the day (?!) after twilight. Although I love the light, the darkness invites me to introspection. To analysis. To the serenity in harmonies, because only at night I can listen to Gotye, Nightmares On Wax, Sofa Surfers, Thievery Corporation or compilations like Erotic Lounge (ok, this is made to be used at night), Cafe del Mar or Buddha Bar.
At night, everything that is shattered gathers back and no moment is wasted. Is the moment when I can relax. When I can listen only to notes, not useless words. Yes, at night I'm in my own element. I can truly see what is around me. And a day without a night is like a puzzle with a piece missing.
Gotye - Puzzle with a piece missing/Like drawing blood [2006]
The night is the most beautiful moment of the day (?!) after twilight. Although I love the light, the darkness invites me to introspection. To analysis. To the serenity in harmonies, because only at night I can listen to Gotye, Nightmares On Wax, Sofa Surfers, Thievery Corporation or compilations like Erotic Lounge (ok, this is made to be used at night), Cafe del Mar or Buddha Bar.
At night, everything that is shattered gathers back and no moment is wasted. Is the moment when I can relax. When I can listen only to notes, not useless words. Yes, at night I'm in my own element. I can truly see what is around me. And a day without a night is like a puzzle with a piece missing.
Gotye - Puzzle with a piece missing/Like drawing blood [2006]
La Guitarra
I was listening to Strunz & Farah - Heat of the sun and I was thinking that it is so easy, but so difficult to describe the heat of the sun in harmonies.
Today it was a beautiful day. A summer day, although it's may. I'm waiting for the summer, so I could watch people. I want to go downtown, at McDonald's, drink an espresso and to do nothing but to analyze facts. Because I need to analyze after a year in which I took action. I need to stay, simply, to stay, with my eyes fixed in the ceiling. I know that I'll give up after half an hour, but at least I would have seen my dream becoming reality.
Al di Meola - Mediterranean sundance is another beautiful song. The guitarist is also sensational, if you have seen him playing this song, you know what I'm talking about. And if you have not, let me tell you he is a real master.
Listening to this song, I like to be somewhere on a beach, lying in the sun, and the infinite sea. Now, this is a dream, but when the summer arrives...
I was talking about today, a beautiful day, not cold, not hot. A perfect day for singing at the guitar. The guitar. A difficult instrument, if we think at Al Di Meola, Paco De Lucia, John McLaughlin. An easy instrument, if we think at the amateur guitarists in the parks.
An instruement in which lies a lot of passion, if harmony.
The guitar - a woman.
Strunz & Farah - Dark Fire/Heat of the Sun [1995]
Today it was a beautiful day. A summer day, although it's may. I'm waiting for the summer, so I could watch people. I want to go downtown, at McDonald's, drink an espresso and to do nothing but to analyze facts. Because I need to analyze after a year in which I took action. I need to stay, simply, to stay, with my eyes fixed in the ceiling. I know that I'll give up after half an hour, but at least I would have seen my dream becoming reality.
Al di Meola - Mediterranean sundance is another beautiful song. The guitarist is also sensational, if you have seen him playing this song, you know what I'm talking about. And if you have not, let me tell you he is a real master.
Listening to this song, I like to be somewhere on a beach, lying in the sun, and the infinite sea. Now, this is a dream, but when the summer arrives...
I was talking about today, a beautiful day, not cold, not hot. A perfect day for singing at the guitar. The guitar. A difficult instrument, if we think at Al Di Meola, Paco De Lucia, John McLaughlin. An easy instrument, if we think at the amateur guitarists in the parks.
An instruement in which lies a lot of passion, if harmony.
The guitar - a woman.
Strunz & Farah - Dark Fire/Heat of the Sun [1995]
1 May 2008
People
There are people who hurt,
There are people who die,
There people who no longer want to come back.
People walk the street,
People hurry,
People have forgotten to say "I love you".
Depeche Mode - Damaged People/Playing the Angel [2005]
There are people who die,
There people who no longer want to come back.
People walk the street,
People hurry,
People have forgotten to say "I love you".
Depeche Mode - Damaged People/Playing the Angel [2005]
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