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« on: August 20, 2018, 10:14:43 PM »

(Hi all. New guy on the block. First of all, I'd like to apologise, as English is not my mother tongue. Ok, here it goes my first object writing text in this forum. Setting the clock to ten minutes and... here... we... go!)

This direction or maybe that one, I feel as disoriented as the first time I set eyes on those watery eyes of yours. Then they dried as it all dried and fell and felt like the last breathes of the autumn, shivering as icy cold words spun to me - and I ducked so hard my thighs ached for ages.
Maybe I was stranded, maybe not, but to run free again is like blooming in spring, like popcorn hopping onto the pan, opening white, salty, mouth-watering multiform wings to be eaten in the best cinema ever.
Maybe there, maybe the other way around, I fancy with the idea of spinning around and laugh at another path, another city, another sun over my eyes, I don't know what I would find, maybe a smell of collitas rising up to the air, as Eagles sang when I was a teenager and everything was the touch and smell of cheap sf books and the lyrics of epic bombastic bands that sang about freedom and commitment and I felt so young, the power of reckless youth burning in the chest, all the directions were available from there to a better world. You should be glad if the oven was cold, but no, the engine still pumps up steam as fiery as when I first went to a live gig and screamed and sang and shout and I lost my voice so many times over the lyrics. Such a joy!
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