The moon was low over the horizon, laying over the bridge, almost unreal, brighter then any lamppost. So close that I felt like it was starring at me. So close that it might have whispered something. So why didn´t she said a single word? A word, which can break the silence, made up of car traffic, people walking down the road carrying shopping bags, raindrops, chicken burgers, wrapping paper, railways, cigarette lighters, neon lights in the Chemist´s window. Then the door opened, and I stepped inside, and that glance too close and pin potting was gone. I´ll never never know what she might have said. For what it means. The rain is still falling and the grass in the garden greener then ever. The days are getting longer. I suppose I smoke too much. I wonder if I´ll understand the rules of the game. Love stefano #~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~# When you sleep do you see an angel in dying light Or can you see someone standing outside trying to set you alight Or maybe you've seen someone somewhere before that I might have loved if i'd never loved you but you only see me in bad dreams +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+