24.3.15

After the Concert

spring : my loneliness is in full bloom.

30.6.14

Aquarela do Brasil

Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June We stood beneath an amber moon And softly murmured "Someday soon" We kissed and clung together Then, tomorrow was another day The morning found me miles away With still a million things to say Now, when twilight dims the sky above Recalling thrills of our love There's one thing I'm certain of Return I will to old Brazil

- Ary Barroso / Bob Russell

26.6.14

#424

I shall have my music for nothing.

19.6.14

Towards A Sense Of 2666

Anything is possible, but there is no need to descend into chaos.

Roberto BolaƱo, 2666