Out of this world.
Out of this world.
It would be nice a bit of peace… so I’ll close my eyes and I’ll let the world pass -_-
In another side of the information I’m playing with musical apps in my laptop and tablet composing rhythms using a system with the keyboard to bypass the musical notation that I ignore; but I couldn’t find one to get violin sounds, I went to my parents’ home in Juliaca to ask for the old violin but it shone by its absence. Anyway, when kid I played it and I remember it hadn’t a good sound so I’m searching in evilbay but it seems it’s a luxury instrument with specific requirements as wood dried at least thirty years. In any case I’ll wait for an app, perhaps a violin for somebody who doesn’t now how to play a real instrument is overkill.
A city of things, each one with its own story told in its texture and shape. Waiting for the time when we fall asleep to come alive as in a Disney movie, singing to dance songs releasing in their lyrics the infinite number of rumors with which the neighbors fill them in the day.
Why are they up there? Why the judgment? almost hidden in the clay, with leaves as thousands of little eyes staring me, the breeze muting their accusative whispers in a song of hush…
A yellow sun in my red heart.
A plastic bag dancing at the rhythm of the wind in Juliaca’s sky; shinning with an afternoon’s sun.
Makes me think in a movie, American Beauty, a part when a guy with a video camera confess to a girl that once he filmed a paper bag floating with the wind and that was the most beautiful thing he saw ever. Although I guess that was supposed to be deep because it looked like a dark thought I thought that instead was derp, LOL. The most beautiful thing (or being) he saw ever in my opinion was the face and eyes of the girl in front of him in that moment Said that I prefer my bag, and I don’t mean to the girl but to his bag :P