from Tomiro's Book : Tuesday 2:nd of Beforever 2049
Tonight you suddenly remember superclear, Tomiro, the hazy atmosphere of 1979. Like starlight behind some smokescreen, but you experienced it as ordinary - since every day was magic. Seventy years ago already!?! Snow must have melted outside our closed window, in what humans called February. From another room's radio they played artsy, discoesque pieces by Roxy Music, mixed with everyone between Kate Bush and Alan Parsons' Project. We still watch you sleep, badly as well as well. Just awaken they served berryjam with pancakes and put you inside bathtube for fortyfive minutes. Almost falling asleep again, you heard some moon eclipse.
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Publicerad 2019-02-05 14:42