shoreline 13/5

saturday night. off tomorrow. and it doesn't mean i'm off tomorrow. going to the pool. some velvet morning.

maybe I'm a fool for walking in line

turntable is beside me now alongside the same and still the same bottle of wine. from spain and from that 24 hours office with no license. and we'll all be the same in the end.

carpe diem

in the solitude of my top flat. finsbury park seems busy after a storm that turns the sky into a familiar pink-ruby. the amplifier is on. somehow is trying to keep me busy too. each seven inch, each standing position and a quick walk towards the needle. and towards that pop that keeps me busy. right beside me, a bottle of spanish wine and a non-baroque style. i put my wallet in the launderette and the sky should be blue.

i bet you look good on a dance floor

been learning some stuff. been reading diferent dictionaries. magazines, newspapers. and books//// been out a lot. not in a sense of superficiality, though. clockwise.

divided line

circle lines divide this vinyl. victoria and picadilly lines spread in two from finsbury park. and my life is made by 1x1 pixel. can't you find me?

sun

the same spring as last year. the same bloom. another boom. clissold park is my fave park, 5 min cycling from seven sisters road and with a castle half way down. seated sun.

shadow

at that theatre something's just happened with no pocket calculator. an amazing performance >>> such great heights. a mixture of elements, of future elements. breakin convention.

genesis

this webblog has been created at the sime time i'm having a great bank holiday in the manner of practising my english writing due to this long upside and down journey towards the town of my tongue in londontown i learn with punctuation and try not to be prolix. listen to right now: daft punk. kraftwerk. tom ze. broken social scene. belle and sebastian. the fall. and you, youth.