on air: "svefn-g-Englar" Sigur Rós
'm lying in my bathroom. I just had a shower and I'm drying my hair. And 'one of the best feeling in the world. Harvest in my towel, protected by their orange fabric and soft, move the jet dryer
haired skin, and feel the drops of water evaporate slowly. I see them slip down to the foot, where more and more small, dying under hot air. My hair is dry now, but today I want to stay a while 'here, to warm. I wish I could stay up here with these tiles green, safe, warm, soft, damp cloth. Outside, there is nothing for me, just remember the smell of smoke of burned chestnuts that I woke up this morning. I would stay here all my life, with this machine in their hands to communicate with a world that often I would not have to face, to hear the voice of Jay and that of Alanis lull me in this lifetime dream that would be perfect. The only thing missing is a piano, but has nothing to do here.
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