An ink polaroid? : Sitting on an armchair, the room is nearly empty and I should be attending some useless lecture which is not going to change anything.Sipping coffee,already cold,from my cup,while watching a pale morning rises outside. And Chet's trumpet shyly starts , nearly inaudible at first ,and step by step, an spiral is created ,it is the perfect loop of nostalgia and all is left to do when it reaches the last , brittle note, is picking up the pieces of your smashed heart. Is Chet's trumpet God's voice giving us some advice from the interstellar space? Ivo , you are maybe right... Arantxa +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". For list archives and searching, list rules, FAQ, poor jokes etc, see http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +---+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" +---+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+