this picture in my pocket

looks like you

it's the rest of my life

just rolling rolling rolling

we re all

the spring has come here.
well, not exactly
in fact its is cold and it is raining right now.
and i have discovered that i only like the rain during the warm days
but not anymore in the cold ones.
apparently i'm like the spring
that always seems to be the same
but every year is different

i have been thinking that in all the situations -in music and literature- when one of the lovers invites to the other to die together, the one who brings the idea to the couple is always the desperate one.

Probably, the one who is suffering the more, believes that the death can bring some peace to the end.

probably it would be time to start a blog about Murakami




(and about Bolaño, too, for sure)

Again she turned to gaze at me. "Hajime", she said after a while."When i look at you driving, sometimes i want to grab the steering wheel and give it a yank. it would kill us, wouldn't it?"

"we'd die, for sure. we're going at eighty miles an hour"

"you'd rather not die with me?"

"i can think of more pleasent ways to go". i laughed. "and besides, we havent listened to the record yet. that's the reason we are here, isn't it?"

"dont worry", she said. "i wont do anything like that. the thought just crosses my mind from time to time."

doesnt it remind you anything?

names

Arturo Belano is the name of one of the characters of Roberto Bolaño.

In fact, Arturo Belano is himself.

He chose the name Arturo because his favourite french poet was Arthur Rimbaud.

but tonight you belong to me