morning lyrics ~ feeling that way

A new road's waiting, you touched my life
Soft and warm on a summer's night
You're the only one, the only one i love
The lovely one, i'm thinking of

When the summer's gone
She'll be there standing by the light
Once she's been to where she's gone to
She should know wrong from right



an unreleated note about this image: the painting is from the gallery of edward gordon. i had to pick it because it looks like the infamous green brocade in the colonel's study ~ or at least one variation of what i imagine the chair to look like. since i've always pictured the study to be dark, it's an interesting alternate perspective to wonder what if it weren't.

: D

baricco's Silk is exactly that fine ~

i sat down to write and then decided i needed a jolt of inspiration, so i picked up alessandro baricco's Silk which i just bought today. it's a very short book, but i honestly only meant to read a few pages.

well i never really managed to put it down. what an amazing story. and what powerful writing!

i'm sure not many people have heard of this book ~ baricco is an italian writer (the book is translated by someone named guido waldman ~ what a name ~ ha!)

this was pretty intense. i don't even know if i can say anything coherent about it. i like it better than maxence fermine's Black Violin, but maybe equal to his Snow. the two writers are very similar stylistically: sort of ethereal, fragmented, lyrical ~ just the kind of thing that gooses me.

wow.

i'm going to take my mindblown brain to bed to mull and muse now.



no. 13 for the 50bookchallenge