Alone in the light
Sometime it’s impossible to stay alone. There’s always that Other at your side. But it’s never there where you think it is. It’s only that solitude appears where you don’t expect it to be. One or two, what matters?
They go away…the one in between stays…
Sometime it’s impossible to stay alone. There’s always that Other at your side. But it’s never there where you think it is. It’s only that solitude appears where you don’t expect it to be. One or two, what matters?
They go away…the one in between stays…
A road, the roads. Little green road, little blue road…everybody’s got one. Seeds of black and white. Blue, like the sky of solitude, the sky of life
A road, the roads. Little green road, little blue road…everybody’s got one. Seeds of black and white. Blue, like the sky of solitude, the sky of life
Never alone.. at least the light?
Never alone.. at least the light?
There aren’t advantageous winds, for the one who has no harbor.
There aren’t advantageous winds, for the one who has no harbor.
Only three steps towards the sea. Marking the way to come back. The sea that will take me over there.All the same sea, the same water caresses.
Waiting for the sun. Don't worry, it's coming on...
Only three steps towards the sea. Marking the way to come back. The sea that will take me over there.All the same sea, the same water caresses.
Waiting for the sun. Don't worry, it's coming on...
In the evening when the sea is keeping the silence, I think about. Over there, here, I belong too.
When the sun is grey and the clouds become cotton,I am here.
Mirror without all images.
In the evening when the sea is keeping the silence, I think about. Over there, here, I belong too.
When the sun is grey and the clouds become cotton,I am here.
Mirror without all images.
At lunch time, everything has a different taste. There is a bar in Barcelona called “The Watch”. Wonderful name for somebody who’s waiting. Barcelona 1990
At lunch time, everything has a different taste. There is a bar in Barcelona called “The Watch”. Wonderful name for somebody who’s waiting. Barcelona 1990
Solitude is corporal. An attitude/ A behavior, a concept. Where are you? One hundred years of solitude. Happy waiting.
Solitude is corporal. An attitude/ A behavior, a concept. Where are you? One hundred years of solitude. Happy waiting.
Lightness that tempts you. If you don’t follow it, smoke does. Lightness with her source of Darkness.
Lightness that tempts you. If you don’t follow it, smoke does. Lightness with her source of Darkness.
