still

In my next life I want to be a thunderstorm.

ringo

When life smileys at you again.

home

At home for Easter.
It's the emotional equivalent of going back to one's mother's womb.

laundry

Did I ever told you about my laundry nights?
The nights when I go up to the last floor to hang the clothing and then I step out onto the terrace and look at the sky and “Please turn me into a bird please turn me into a bird” is something you could hear if you were really really close to me.

lunch

My current crisis is a crisis of trust.
You can't trust nobody.
That, my friend, is an indisputable fact.
Thank God for sushi.

termini

“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“How's life?”
“Pretty decent. Yours?”
“I've had better lives.”

lollipop

Life never ceases to amaze me.

metrò

And yes, I'm still looking for my stop.

coach

You say you're confused.
You say you've messed up your life.
You cry on the phone and I can't bear the feeling of tears trickling down my neck.

coach

“Are you sleeping?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too.”

train

People see flowers and butterflies and blue skies.
I see skulls.

bubbles

Meet Bubbles.
He lives in my notebook.
He is a monster.
He feeds of fear.

piumone

Dazed and confused.

platform

Variatio Vii A 1 Ovvero 2 Clavier Al Tempo Di Giga Oh tormented feet of mine bring me into the softness of spring grass.

station

“Look.”
“What.”
“That graffiti on that wall.”
“So?”
“Doesn't it remind you of the tiresome and almost endless sequence of illusions and disillusions otherwise known as life?”
“You need help.”
“Yes.”

puddle

Oh great, now I see emotional wrecks wherever I turn again.

empty

Sometimes, when nobody sees me, I stretch my arm and graze the edges of illusion.

breakfast

I didn't go to work today because I don't feel very well.
Yes, currently that's my idea of attacking life with naked fists.

waiting

So where's my phone call?
I used to fear you, phone call. You know I didn't want to leave.
Now everything's changed and I long for my phone call.
Oh, phone call, where are you?
I'll love that dark matter of yours, phone call, your dying galaxies, your nebulae, I'll do my best to please you, I promise.
Just call me.
Save me.

airport

I used to live in my books and life was so much easier back then.
The hell with reality, the alphabet is my new best friend.