mad sex and then we’re through..
i ………………….really have no problem, acting like i don’t know you
mad sex and then we’re through..
i ………………….really have no problem, acting like i don’t know you
daaang.
i really miss my hometown, where i was born & raised
burnt shoulders and old crazy women screaming @ everybody around, heat over 9000 and extrmely dry air, watermelon festival in august and loud music playing in cars, bad boys and sunflower seed shells all over the ground…cheap ice cream and overdose on peaches… water guns made of old bottles and country slang…
- ay, chё tam est’ a? … i’d yell to my cousin from the balcony
- lea, go down and check your damn self! - he’d reply
and i (a barefoot 5 years old chileee) would just rush outisde just to see what grandma got us
i feel so good when i visit my hometown…you know, that kinda “good” feeling when you’re so happy, that you want to hug everybody and everything there, when you know it’s your land, your language, your people. And especially that moment when you get off the train, and this very FIRST step to your LAND. you feel this damn hot ground that burns through your slippers or whatever you have on… and this heat again.. and dry air.. and you know - I am home.
MILES DAVIS - Toute De Suite
your eyelids are getting heavy……
