Saturday, July 26, 2008

out of elba

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.

3 comments:

saturninus said...

hui! what a dream.
I also had a very peculiar one on korfu: there was an enormous flood raging out of an ancient gateway with the remains of a ripped iron gate (all this on the second floor of ági's house). and a car with two dead bodies. later, climbing on some kind of a dune on the shore of a lake, I am remembering all this, telling it to someone.

but the Goddess of Summer has indeed changed significantly! she apparently turned into a furious witch throwing lightning bolts around. maybe she came together wit Father Time, and that is why.

zs. said...

It seems that rains gives strange dreams. The other day (when it was raining very hard all night) I dreamt that there was a big fire (how adecvate) and I was thinking about a good strategy to escape the fire, but I couldn't really figure out anything so I thought the best was to head towards home and see what happens. It was sceary.

pílong said...

oh summer..
i bought a hat, as the lunch break walk from work to home, home to work was truly unbearable