Everything fits.

Life is a combination of magic and pasta.
— Federico Fellini

These days I am coping with nausea. I am learning how to deal with that sickness that I feel every single time that I accidentally watch the news. From A to Z media is polarized, fragmented and ideologically biased in ways that I would have never thought of. Such a poor representation of reality. Walking through life completely unaware of what is going on around me seems to be the best way of enjoying my day after all.

Did I mention that I am craving some Italiand food tonight? Somehow everything fits after pizza.

Kind of.

Go with the flow.

Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.
— George Bernard Shaw

Somehow, part of my life has been always in touch with flamenco music even though I am not so fond of it. These days I had the chance of doing some creative things for a flamenco festival… I must admit that for somebody like me who is not a big fan, once I get knee deep in those rythms, foot stomping, hand clapping pandemonium, I could find myself immersed in a ecstatic mood following that magical gypsy flow with my fingertips.

Can you smell it?

I’m a real wild one and I like a wild fun
In a world gone crazy, everything seems hazy, I’m a wild one
Ooh, yeah, I’m a wild one
Gonna break it loose, gonna keep ‘em movin’ wild
Gonna keep a-swingin’, baby, I’m a real wild child
— Real Wild Child / Iggy Pop

Somebody’s moody this morning. There is nothing in this world that scares her more than a warm, soapy and relaxing bubble bath. That smell of mud and fresh grass is gone for good… or at least for the next month. Lucky dog. Lucky me.

Curveballs.

She lives on Love Street
Lingers long on Love Street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens
— Love Street / The Doors

After dodging bullets and sipping on my tea, there´s nothing else to do but enjoying this morning light. Simplicity. What a great way to embrace all the little things that makes us feel warm. I smell baked bread. Sweet.

Impromptu.

She asked me to stay
And she told me to sit anywhere
So I looked around
And I noticed there wasn’t a chair
— Norwegian wood / The Beatles

As a piano improvisation, these concrete monsters follow me wherever I go, showing and hiding. Whimsical shapes and sizes. Slow talkers, good company.

Crimson and clover.

Ah when she comes walking over
Now I’ve been waitin’ to show her
Crimson and clover over and over
— Tommy James

Sorry Tommy, I always had a thing for Joan Jett.

And I always had a thing for winter morning walks.

Day one.

All things change; nothing perishes.
— Ovid.

So this is it. The new year just arrived and everything feels brand new. Time to trust in the chemicals and neurones once again.