go here:
http://musicanoiosa.blogspot.com
... and nothing else to say except that - figure of speech - it's midnight and seven minutes on Tuesday evening and are in Santiago de Compostela I'm going to sleep now and January 12th two thousand and ten days was a fairly typical in its development according to the key meteorological rain-sun-rain-rain-sun-wind-rain in the five-minute walk away from the library and home-alone- rain and is apparently quite normal and are in withdrawal from a pile of substances and substances of which I have not decided to deprive me in a completely irresponsible and as I look rua santiago de chile from the window with his forehead pressed to the glass and do not see anyone walking and no car and I want to hear a song without knowing what song it is, I do not know what I think and I'll never know and probably do not even know you and rejoin my eyelids so lazy and sleepy, and won the wet street below me glitters of neon signs and streetlights and decide once again trying to stay humble and not knowing how to do it if I had a sort of intercontinental jet lag and for the third time in three nights a few minutes from half past twelve a.m. broke something in a point of the road that I can not see and I wonder how much care and precision to blow someone can keep for three days in a row at the same same, same fucking hours a firecracker and it distracts me for a few seconds by a thought no argument and consistency, while I decide that I want to hear the song that is something the Black Heart Procession of the third disc.
