Different smells

Strawberry her lips
Sweet her perfume
Bitter my soul
Salty my teardrops

Haunted

Today I'm haunted by I song from the Doors: it suddenly came to my mind when I was going at work in the tube.





I don't know why this happens. Maybe cause in a couple of days I met two persons which had a special role for me in the more or less recent past, but I realised that even joining their best features, now I cannot obtain any person I like.


Going on with the metaphor of the music, I will erase and rewind. Everything.

Rules #1

Living in Vienna, I usually fly to my home town via Milan or Rome, and this probably outlines that I fly with Alitalia.
This habit (whether it is a bad habit I let the reader judge) led me to this personal score when flying via Rome:
- 2 luggages lost
- 2 luggages damaged
- 2 overnight stays

I reached this score during the last 5 or 6 travels via Rome (once my luggage was damaged and lost - yes, I did jackpot).

Now I wonder if I have so a bad luck, or more simply "Alitalia and Rome" is a rule which doesn't hold, since people working for such an airport are unable to perform correctly their work.

I don't have an answer at the moment, but it might be found in the below video...

What remains

The soft perfume of her skin in the air,
a terrible headache for the too many glasses of wine we had,
words unsaid, things undone, dreams never true.
Nothing else.

Keep on falling

That's the story of a man falling off a building. The man, as he passes each floor, thinks to himself: "So far so good!" "So far so good!" "So far so good!".

The problem is not the falling. Rather the landing.