now
i'm back in germany since monday and am slowly recovering from the iceshock. honestly; after incredible 14 days of italian sun and heat we came back to 12°celsius and rain.
seriously; death! after the initial torpidity, i moved on to depression and considering hibernation. the temperatures, on the other hand, climbed up up up and reached something between 20 and 30 celsius these days, sprinkled with thunderstorms and everlasting rain. oh, bright new european summer.
then today, coming home from the countryside with my mother, where we visited old friends, we had the infinite pleasure of meeting a summery hailstorm. oh, the noise of hailstones bigger than golfballs hitting our car, the storm shaking and shaking it, the rain whizzing by horizontally and the water on the highway rising to the height of the tires.
you might imagine our situation, you might imagine the fright with which we sat, awaiting the windowpanes to crack. just less than an hour before all that, we were on the highway in traffic jam, the asphalt shining with heat and the sun warming the polluted air around us as we walked between the cars standing, waiting for traffic to move again.
oh, summer.
now now; there are good things, of course. there is music, there is my flute and the piano. paolo conte sings in my ears like a voice from some distant planet; having been the music of our trip to italy this year. un gelato al limone, gelato al limone, gelato al limone...
also, my dreams are interesting lately. besides sex with friends and others, i had a curiously peculiar dream about killing an evil wild boar that had the body of a huge fish with an evil long-teethed head on each side of his body, instead of any fins. due to the fact of him being unable to move on his own, as the dream was set on land and the fish being able to breathe air since he was a wild boar, i had to carry him around though being in a fight with him and with my mind set to kill the monster. later, my best friend seemed to hold the monster while i took a snake, lying around on the ground, in the neck [so as to not me bitten] and used her as a whip... in what ever way that might have helped me against the boarfish.
finally, i think i must've killed the evil boar somehow, though i don't remember. and before that, he told me some strange things about a little nearby brook running with blood instead of water on some day in the past.
better than endless dreams about old friends and misery - which might have finally left me, after all these years.
in paolo's words:
| (what do you expect look your life your life is just like like a blank sheet to fill, turn a page over and listen to what i say) pretend, pretend, pretend, what are you asking from life the ship flows smoothly on the sea the thirties run on the century you read a smile printed on somebody's story walking on somebody's dream just called from somebody's wish what you want what you want pretext, pretext, pretext how many trees in your mind a jungle that you like to cross a way to reach yourself disguised if its first class call me and i will be leading call me and i lead the way call me and i take your hand if you please if you please pretend, pretend, pretend what are you asking from life the ship flows smoothly on the sea the thirties run on the century you read a smile printed on somebody's story walking on somebody's dream lust called from somebody's wish what you want what you want |
ciao.
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