Even today ...
Beautiful, not beautiful, sunny day.
Woke up late and even later.
Went for lunch at his sister's house.
overheard a few words too many. Back in my
rubble.
Even today I skip lunch.
I do not see the future.
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Patti Smith - Frederick 1979
My finally bought a stereo when I was 16 or 17 years.
The first record I bought, without any critical sense, just to have a disk that I bought myself was the Saturday Night Fever.
But the first record I bought because I wanted really was Wawe Patti Smith.
I do not remember where I heard Frederick, probably on television, but I remember the trip meters in Milan, in my own country was already so much to find the 45 laps of Orietta Berti, and the record shop in the underground station Loreto where I went to buy it. It was called Disco club and was the only record store I knew then. I went there a few times with my older cousins \u200b\u200bwho lived in Milan.
After having passed a row of discs, as you try looking in a file cabinet, I found it.
Back home I listened to while watching the depliand that was inside, with text written in italics, and photographs. There was also a picture of Pope Luciani.
Frederick ... I love this song but still do not know about that, love is a primitive that it seems to me if I promise to destroy to translate it too, and my ear for English is nearly deaf.
I went to take it back now, I'm watching.
I do not know who he is, but my eye fell on a photo above that says:
dedicated to ivan kral
born in Prague, Czechoslovakia
Nationality: Stateless stateless
.. . is a misfortune or a blessing?
My finally bought a stereo when I was 16 or 17 years.
The first record I bought, without any critical sense, just to have a disk that I bought myself was the Saturday Night Fever.
But the first record I bought because I wanted really was Wawe Patti Smith.
I do not remember where I heard Frederick, probably on television, but I remember the trip meters in Milan, in my own country was already so much to find the 45 laps of Orietta Berti, and the record shop in the underground station Loreto where I went to buy it. It was called Disco club and was the only record store I knew then. I went there a few times with my older cousins \u200b\u200bwho lived in Milan.
After having passed a row of discs, as you try looking in a file cabinet, I found it.
Back home I listened to while watching the depliand that was inside, with text written in italics, and photographs. There was also a picture of Pope Luciani.
Frederick ... I love this song but still do not know about that, love is a primitive that it seems to me if I promise to destroy to translate it too, and my ear for English is nearly deaf.
I went to take it back now, I'm watching.
I do not know who he is, but my eye fell on a photo above that says:
dedicated to ivan kral
born in Prague, Czechoslovakia
Nationality: Stateless stateless
.. . is a misfortune or a blessing?
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