Booze.
That feeling you have in your vessels. They are getting so vast that you can have the Mediterranean Sea settled in them. Peace. Happiness. Due to the mood; depression. But happiness mostly. Mood surfing upon drinks surfing. Cheating on all of them using an alternative one. Like the life itself. Cheating on all your tastes and favorites when the ‘random’ time comes. Being that moderate, understanding, unconcerned human being you have never achieved to become. Sepia looking head lights shining on your night. Encouraging to show off. You are that one person walking alone. Scared. Or just worried a bit. With the vessels getting enlarged. C’est la vie. And this is good.
Alcohol, my permanent accessory…
June 19th, 2010 at 1:36 pm
we are not bowie. we can not change our appearances at will. but we can modify them. apart from loving the flavour, the enticing bottles and the softness that drink affords us, it also takes us on an emotional journey, however small the trip. For on my tastes, my favourite time to drink, whether it be wine or spirit, or guiness or grolsch, is in motion, on a train or in a plane. headphones on. pencil in hand with paper at the ready to catch any words that may happen to tumble. sun on face. And that spirit of adventure, the beginning of a trip into a world only semi-known. Flying from brazil-argentina-spain back to blighty last year, with red in hand, i could see both france and england through the same small window. the day was blissfully sunny and primal scream`s sublime cover of Over & Over played into my ears. That was the last time i cried. if you know the song, if you have been in that situation, if you where returning home…you`ll know what i mean. Drink alone means nothing to me. It has to involve another element, be it friends, climate, but mainly music.
June 20th, 2010 at 11:08 am
You make want to get on that plane and deja-vu your experience! Music is always by my side anyway. Always have been and always will be!