The most simple thing.

The freezing November sun, a clear blue sky.
Fallen leaves on the pavement, snowy mountains far away.
Black and white pictures, unknown melodies.
Daydreaming, planning our travel to the North.
Britpop, The Beatles, Nirvana.

Incoherent, unconnected thoughts.
Sudden blissfulness, a smile on your face you did not expect.





Today, I want to be a photographer.



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Lou Reed – Perfect Day
The Libertines – What Katie Did

Alive.

More alive than ever.
Like waking up from a profound sleep. Like leaving all the darkness of your dreams behind and opening your eyes to the real world.



How could I know that you would find some happiness in this crazy universe.
The world is black, but you always find some joy in all this misery, some beauty in all the grey chaos.
And you know you like it. You like the sadness, the tears, the pain, the cold rain on a winter morning, the dying sun, the emptiness, the sorrow, the fear. You like your world black.

And you always find the way back home.



Pearl Jam – The Fixer

Invisible.

Today I'm invisible, I'm a ghost. I'm not here.
Nothing that happens today seems real. I'm wide awake but I feel like if I was asleep. Like if I was somewhere else, very far from here. Like if there was a thick glass wall between me and the rest of the world, and I can't hear people talking to me, I can't figure out what's going on. And I start to think that maybe this is a dream. A dream in which a cold white sun always shines.


God, I fucking love this feeling.




Alice In Chains – Angry Chair

Yellow heart.

Dark red and yellowish leaves floating in a clear-blue sky.

Everything was yellow in the cold October air.
Yellow emotions, yellow smiles.




Gogol Bordello – Start Wearing Purple

Gogol Bordello – My Companjera

Cosmic dancer.

You shouldn't be afraid to show the world how happy you are. You shouldn't care about what they may think. Say everything you have in mind. Smile if you really mean it. Laugh whenever you want. Sing and dance in the middle of the street if you feel like doing so. The world is beautiful.
Everything in her was so dark, and the black clothes she'd always wear where just a prove of it. But sometimes her mind could be so full of shiny colours, strange creatures and beautiful songs. She was so crazy.


T. Rex – Ride A White Swan

Don Partridge – Breakfast on Pluto

Octubre.

October. Cold & sunny days. Warm & windy days. Rainy afternoons. Tea. Chocolate. The word 'fall'. Staying the whole weekend at home watching movies. Buying winter clothes. The Smashing Pumpkins. The Clash. Watching the puddles gather rain. Fallen leaves on the sidewalks. 70's music. Making plans for Christmas. Reading old books. British culture. The word 'autumn'. Sex Pistols. Green & brown landscapes. October 12. Soup. Pumpkins. Nightmare Before Christmas. Hallowe'en.

I fuckin' love October.

Where is my mind?

In a cold autumn night, under the blue glow of the waning moon, I try to explain to you how I am feeling now, an awkward attempt to illustrate the multiple thoughts that rush violently across my hollow mind, as I have done so many times before, just to realize, once again, that there is no way a human being could put into words such emotions, a whole universe of electrical impulses, full of distorted sounds and colourful whirlpools, flashlights and echoes and screams, all of them struggling to invade my brain.



My head will collapse, but there's nothing in it...
Pixies – Where Is My Mind? (Remastered)

I love the first days of the autumn, when the September sun still shines faintly. These sunny afternoons make me want to stay at home, reading comic books, watching indie movies, drawing, cleaning my room, eating chocolate, listening to the Smashing Pumpkins. It's really cool :)

Smashing Pumpkins – 1979

I love September. I love sunny sunday mornings. I love waking up early. I love having cookies for breakfast while I listen to the songs that were on top of the charts 40 years ago. It's really cool to sit under a big old tree and spend all the morning reading a nice book. A very famous novel written by some Russian guy, or maybe the story of some crazy hitchhiker who died in the USA just one year before I was born. I feel like spending all day listening to alternative rock/grunge bands that became really popular during the 90's. I love watching the sunset. The sun shining bright near the horizon. On the other side, the moon, just a pale ghost rising on a clear blue sky. This is the time when mountains and woods look most beautiful. The sunshine lights the leaves of the trees, making its colors more intense and brilliant and creating a reverberant contrast of shadows and shades. The tallest trees draw dark shadows on the grass, that become longer gradually. And the air is filled with the sound of thousands of leaves and branches being rocked gently by the evening breeze. I find it indescribably beautiful. Now I feel like reading a beautiful book. Maybe one of those I mentioned before. I want to drink a cup of earl grey tea and watch a good film. An indie film full of madness in which nothing seems to make any sense. Or maybe something quite realistic and full of violence, something really 90's. I dont know what I want. I'd really love to spend the rest of the day lost in my own dreams.

It seems that autumn arrived early this year.