.

.

My idea of a beautiful day,

Chasing olive trees in the highway

while heavily loaded trucks confuse the thoughtful eucalyptus trees

With a wind that blows

against the light summer breeze of the evening.

White single spots of life that ones came out of the sea

spread all over the coast.

We’re passing by in great evolutionary speed

until we find the purple lazer beams shoring up in the sky.

It’s time for us to hide. To go underground for miles

of silent whispers and sudden strikes.

The moon has risen on the other side

Never full, always enough.

 

It’s the way home. And I am sorry,

to have lived another beautiful day and only notice it

when it’s gone.

 

Soundtrack: ‘The bitter end’, Placebo