KV 626

Lacrimosa dies illa
qua resurget ex favilla
judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus:
pie Jesu, Domine
dona eis requiem. Amen

Seven Reasons, March 73

It's a cheap gimmick. It's easier to identify myself for the purpose of entering gigs, where efficient jobs worths used to refuseme entry - not believing that I was in the group. The lice cross from the left side to the right every evening at exactly 7pm and I can swat them more easily. I like to stand on my head every once in a while and this affords more teal ance. It's an external indication of the spiritual desert which lies within. I've got a subconscious desire to join the Hare Krishna movement. It's the result of a very nasty shaving accident.

Narrow way

Then he sat on the big armchair, just in front of the screen. Hands automatically positioned and one hemisphere concentrating while the other was in honeymoon. His eyes were suddenly replaced by two big pool balls, and it was way too much. He lied on the floor just for a minute. He should keep himself alive, at least keep his mind working. But that minute turned into an hour, and when he realized it, he was upset with himself.

Once again he had failed, and that wasn’t allowed. That wasn’t allowed. Once again his weakness had made him fall. -Such a shame-. It was really never enough; the summit was always so distant. Always so far and away. Anyway, he had to go on, keep on marching, keep on climbing.

When would that stop? Where would he stop? He didn’t know. Today he still doesn’t know, and in fact now we wonders if there’s a way out of the labyrinth.

He thinks he has chosen the narrow way, but it is so narrow indeed, that he wonders if it’s a way at all; or maybe it’s only him tracing his path to a world covered by impenetrable ice.

Closer To The Heart

And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones to start
To mould a new reality
Closer to the heart

The blacksmith and the artist
Reflect it in their art
Forge their creativity
Closer to the heart

Philosophers and ploughmen
Each must know his part
To sow a new mentality
Closer to the heart

You can be the captain
I will draw the chart
Sailing into destiny
Closer to the heart

Just if...

And finally they never saw each other again.

He had imagined the encounter. He could even describe the small details of her smile as she would get closer and closer…

She is there standing among the crowd, but in the precise moment she is performing the most trivial and forgettable movement, he appears.
His eyes are walking right straight to hers, his steps sound decided but his hands tremble. He knows it’s only one shot, and he’s got to take it.
Now her shoulders rise again and her body feels the cold wind for an instant. She has forgotten everything else. She thought it wouldn’t ever happen; but he is here.

Their mouths should discuss it, but it would be such a waste of time. So they let the words flow without a meaning. There is no point in wasting the tongues, and the feelings are unleashed. All those days restrained by a wall of formalisms are over. They can converge and let the wave start.

Suddenly he woke up. 5 O’clock, and he will never know what would have happened.

Awake

Standing on the bridge,
you may think you're daring
but you're only staring

just shouting out loud
with no reason at all
you can't even get a call

Let your smile spread before your steps
Let your eyes see beyond the clouds
Let your star shine again

Stop digging your waste
keep your bag in the past
and pick up your brand new blast

Let your star shine again