Uffff.....

Went to hell and came back. More dead than alive but still breathing.

Prelude

Tomorrow I start another “horrific” working week on an ugly coastal town. Right now, that doesn´t seem too important and still is very far away as I´m seating on this stone kitchen table on this big empty house in the country side having breakfast by myself. While the bread toasts and the coffee grinds I listen mellow melodies that perfectly blend with the gray colors outside. I´m reading the morning newspaper and trying to slowly sail the internet with a 56k modem. Today feels like Sunday and yesterday felt like a Saturday, two days doing nothing work related reminded me what the true meaning of pure relaxation, rest and above all, freedom. Fall arrived today, but September is still here, still alive, still breathing even tough is slowly losing its strenght, Summer colors and warmness. I´m still seating on that stone kitchen table but now my coffeee mug is empty and the cigarrette I was smoking along with the coffee also got to an end. As I glance out the window again I start to see the sky´s blue overlapping the clouds gray and calling me to go outside and play. After all, I still have today to enjoy being a kid and to taste life at her full essence. October will be all about that but until it gets here I might as well enjoy this Monday tasting like a Sunday the best I can.

The pastry chef has a break...

Been baking cakes and deserts like a maniac since last Monday with little time to sleep, away from home and working like a dog.
Life is nice tough.

Going back to the factory now, need to make a couple of kilos of chocolate truffles. I´ll be back in October.

The Meeting Place

“Jargon seems to be the place where the right brain and the left brain meet” - Wendy Kaminer

Where the hell is Jargon? Does anybody have a clue?

Harsh Reality

Fell in love with your sky the first time I laid my eye
While drifting inside this world of mine
Stuck in between, what is life and what is dream
Never talked, never touched that sky I need so much
I´m trying to amend this eternal trend
That´s been blinded by pride in a tumultuous shrine
My fingers are burning and in a mess I´ve been turning
While I pray everything surrounding me turns dark and grey
The falling rain screams like a roaring coal train
All I wanted was to stay away from the norm of today
Ended up in a capsule of my own freaky nature
In my silent trap like a fucking rat
Wishing for a spark to bring light to the dark

Mea culpa

Twist of fate

Words for who deserves

UB40 "Signing Off"

UB40´s first, by far their best work hás nothing to with crappyl covers like “Red Red Wine”. This early 80´s release has as highlights “Tyler”,”Strange Fruit”, “I Think It´s Going To Rain Today” and “King” but there are no bad or weak songs on this one. Drifty, melodic and spacey compostions with strong polytical lyrics.
A special piece of music that´s not afraid of getting older and one of my favorite albums of all time. It´s so good I even bought it twice.