I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
"Hey, Survivor ... lonely with the moon..."
last night, while tying to pump my playlist ... i found my way to his songs again, and read about his passing 2 years ago ... he was only 47. Loved his songs since I met them in the early 90s. I'm paying my respect and making my favorite from his list part of my profile music. Michele Francesco Puccioni (April 26, 1961 – January 30, 2009).
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