The Final Cut

If we could only wake up without this question in our minds everyday : what will be made of my life? And if we only had a clue of the answer...But we haven't it.

Red and Black, Black and Red
Why these colours make me sad?
Black and Red and Red and Black
Blood and Shadows at my back


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Root Mean Square

There are days I'd like to be in another place and time. Most of days I must say. There are days I feel tired. Tired in a strange way. It's a kind of awaken sleep, something like a state of waiting. In this state I can feel every second passing through me. I feel old and in a way I know there something I must have done (what ?) but I didn't ( why?) and the time is running out. We never know, actually, where to go. So why do we keep on going?

I don't know...Perhaps it's time for some "mental medication".

For a certain time this one was a piece full of colours, shinning blues and things like this. Someday I realised that colours was too much...coloured! This new version is darker and a little more...humm...serious. Whatever! Here it is and I like it more now.