fighting back the rain

a matter of thrust

Courtesy of MeinMann

a fad I love

stellar…

just because of you

I was out in exile perfecting my style

 I feel like the time has come
A fearless rescue from everyone
Who made you the master?
The lady caster, I found you looking for a good time
I was out in exile perfecting my style

I knew you wanted a reaction

Hit me!
Harder!
I’m getting re-wired
I flip the switch that make you feel electric
Even!
Faster!
Than before
I’m gonna light ’em up with you
I’m gonna light ’em up with you

Try to keep up, you scatter brain
She will enter through your vein
Who was your creator?
The one who made you, the flame I need to heat the silver
You’d bring Gods to their knees pick out the bad seeds
Relieve the generals of theirs duties

some silly summer songs, shall we?

 

italian-german entente

our city

We’re living in a tesseract city, MeinMann and I…

I live in the past, here in Dusseldorf…the beautiful Summer sky…

MeinMann lives in the future, in New City…the glorious Summer biergartens…

We both lived briefly in the past, last week…in Rome…the city where WE were born, as a couple…

We sometimes cherish our elated and frustated days in Leeds…the city where we got even with our respective quotas of UK, of park life…(Blur – you know who you are)

A portion of our hearts always lives in Berlin.

Sei la mia città, ti sento dentro e quando tornerò, qualcosa cambierà…

as you wish