postcards from Italy

deep into the Italian countryside, a large family wedding, music, dancing, wine and vintage photographs of dead relatives, the sun shining and the sea, oh the beautiful sea.

and the undying charm of this song

you will pray to the god you've always denied

and the crowds they light the carnival

washed in the rain no longer

special unspoken without sound

it's 3am, I must be lonely

let her be

took turns sitting on the windowsill

time has told me

Headlights on the hillside, don't take me this way

some things just keep getting better. case in point, white lies.

Astrophysics you’ll never be my closest friend

they say that time is a healer

One of the best songs of all time. No doubt about it.

I belonged at last to Babylon

By the rivers dark
Where I could not see
Who was waiting there
Who was hunting me

we'll run back where we started from

myspace

gotta find some darkness

what kind of equation could I possibly employ?

every day's a phone call, it's an exit sign

there ain't no hiding place on earth

how can you mend

trapped in a room in a fortress

like my mother's hands

Cum ştii că nu mai eşti copil?
Totul nu numai că pare temporar, chiar este. În copilărie crezi că o să fii copil pentru totdeauna, că parinţii nu vor trece de 35 de ani, şi că şcoala nu se va termina niciodată.

Ştii că nu mai esti copil când reuşeşti să distingi diferenţe între copii de 1-2 ani, şi mai grav, să le estimezi corect vârsta.

Nu mai eşti copil când alegi să păşeşti pe bucata de asfalt curat, fără gheaţă, iar pe lângă tine trece grăbit un şcolar în alunecare.

If I was scared, I would