Friday, February 09, 2007

 

Memory Loves You

I'm not quite sure of what actually transpired that evening.
In the twisted maze of my brain, neurons must have fired.
Firing, but missing their aim.
Click, clickety-click.
Suddenly.
I own.
A cd.
!



The last time it happened, years ago, Zelmani was the culprit.
Maybe it is something special about her laidback, well-produced melancholy.



After working too much, and getting too little recognition, it is time...
to kick back and let the fitou flow.

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