Step into the Light

Whenever the light shines
And the stillness is shaken
And the drug of your smile has gone
And left me alone
I need it bad, I need it now
Won't you come and give me some?
I need it sweet, baby please
Won't you answer the phone?
Step into the light, baby
Just give me the word
And I will begin
Step into the light, baby
And see the trouble I'm in
The light has gone
My love has gone
The good times have gone
Away
I have to ask, I need to know
Was it ever love?
I need it sweet, baby please
Come and give me some

(lyrics by Afghan Whigs from the album "Black Love")

To Leonardo Bertini... rest in peace, my dearest friend.

August

Summer sunset in Scandinavia... Sharing sounds with special people in a place that, sometimes, makes you feel not so special... But inside those four walls there's no competition, no ego, just four guys giving all they've got... because that music deserves it... because they deserve it so badly...
Thank you... thank you so much!

A new season

4 years in Rotterdam... so difficult to put into words... many sudden turns... a little baby...a great love... so many different people...so much yet to be properly digested... material enough to study for a life time... But it´s not enough, so i'm staying a couple years more! A second phase...a new season of development.

Stressed out

My final exam is coming in a couple of weeks, so there's basically no time for internet or whatever the name of this thing is. Time is, at this moment, very scarce... a lot to practice...
Over and out...
Bye

The Heat

Today it's just not possible to write more than a few words... not that i write convulsively everyday, but it's so hot, here in Rotown, that the only thing that one can think about is getting him or herself under water... but where??? Not in this river, although they have built an imitation of a beach on the river side... disgusting... unless you feel inspired by the trace of crude left by the big cargo ships that cruise around the harbour....
Swiming pools are not big enough... there's always someone bumping into you... plus you never now what kind of substances that hang around in the water... the classical fear of swalling some water nearby a little kid who, by pure accident, performed a biological action, is never gone. Although we tend to think that this happens mostly with kids, it for sure happens with older fellas' too... so??? What shall i do??? Ok, i'm going to the beach!!! But i know that, when i arrive there, the place will be packed with people... and that is not good!!! You want some privacy, some silence... and isn't it lovely to toast under the sun in an empty beach (ok, some other people can be there too, BUT NOT HALF A MILLION OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!) and swim in cool clean water (yup, that doesn't exist here too, because the average water temperature is, probably, 10 degrees!!!!!!!!!!!! Not to mention the trash that floats around in the ocean)??????
With this in mind, i decided for the best solution:

Stay at home and enjoy my COLD SHOWER!!!!

A lousy sunday...

Yes, a damn lousy sunday... weird dreams, a distant memory of a different something, something of a saturday night, in the oustskirts of the big town...
Photos, lots of them... only not today!!!
But soon , i promise!!

Wandering around...

Night breeze, lights passing by, shouts behind us... some old junkie mumbling in a weird dialect... "sorry man, no money"
Front wheel crooked, but still driving smooth.... me, him and her arrived safely... sounds coming from the right side, a bass groove, an echoing vocal melody... people dance,letting the daily stress die away from their well curved bodies..."two beers and a tea, als u blift..." red curls over a dark green jacket, streetwise eyes glancing over a half empty glass... the groove keeps going on... another rolled "drum half zware"... smoke circles invade the neighbouring atmosphere... he sits on a modern chair and talks with his Colombian friend..."... and it doesn't matter if you're not the best..." suddenly, no more sounds, just the thought of her being in another place, so close and, yet, so far... but not for long (concluding his own "heart diagnosis")... the sound starts to fade away, replaced by the city's low rumble, and again his voice..." beautiful, the red curls over a dark green jacket"