Sinister: The soundtrack of my life

[Arantxa Sanz]

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




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