Between papers and broken hearts there lies this rain, that is constant, perseverant, and most of all friendly.
Apr 26, 2005
The rain
While in silence, I listen to the rain fall gently over my roof. This beautiful moment of calmness that is only a momentary glampse of an alter ego of my commonly viscious life. The magical rain takes me back in time, fifty years ago, when people used to sing under it, with hats, closed umbrellas, and shout songs about love. My mind is powerful, powerful enough to witness biblical times with this drizzle, when pairs and pairs gathered to serve their most natural instinct -or so it says the cross-.
Between papers and broken hearts there lies this rain, that is constant, perseverant, and most of all friendly.
Between papers and broken hearts there lies this rain, that is constant, perseverant, and most of all friendly.
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It takes me about 20 years ago, when people used to sing songs about the rain, inside the house of a Kubrick's dream: "I'm singing in the rain (kick), just singing in the rain (kick), what a glorious feeling (kick, kick, punch), I'm happy again..."
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