the ancient Greeks used to say that our capacity to remember things is a way to escape time. indeed, it is memories that we all carry, and they are building blocks of who we are today. this you cannot escape. the you in marriage, the kids that were once yours, the money you spent, everything you had and no longer (physically) possess. the physics, the chemistry, the mechanics of it all, in tiny cells that populate your mind and heart. the wealthy savor of past, present and future all in one, in you. because this is who you are and the seeds of all you can be. the times you began, the times you never ended and the times that will begin. i was 28 when i first wished for health and nothing more in my life and that is the truth. because we always want more even if we do not need half of it. is it human nature, i have no clue about that ...
what i know is there is beauty. inside and outside each cave. not in the shades projected onto the walls and not in the seeking of new promises. but in you. in your eyes and beyond. in a new tomorrow, that will be born even without your diligence and despite all your impatience. in the jobs you will have, the kids you will choose to care for and the friends you will share some of your thoughts with. because time is like weight, we keep losing it, but it keeps finding us. I guess the ancient Greeks were wrong, after all. but who am I to be right ...
since beauty is available in greater amount than time, let's toast to music today !
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Let there be a Queen song today, the day of music and beauty and life aboundant...
Guilt stains on my pillow
Blood on ny terraces
Torsos in my closet
Shadows from my past
life is real
Life is real, life is real, so real
Sleeping is my leisure
Waking up in a minefield
Dream is just a pleasure dome
Love is a roulette wheel
life is real
Life is real, life is real, oh yeah
Success is my breathing space
I brought it on myself
I will price it
I will cash it
I can take it or leave it
Loneliness is my hiding place
Breastfeeding myself
What more can I say
I have swallowed the bitter pill
I can taste it, I can taste it
Life is real, life is real, life is real
Music will be my mistress
Loving like a whore
Lennon is a genius
Living in every pore
Life is real, life is real, life is real, so real
Life is cruel
Life is a bitch
Life is real - so real
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