Spinning Words

Some lightning and thunder, wind, a few drops of rain and you have the perfect storm…
A storm that scares people and keeps them in the house, a storm that keeps friends away, a storm that annoys, that delays but still less important than other things… at least to some people.
And besides that the music was great, the mood was a bit humid, hard to breath and I got really sleepy at some point but it’s been a while since I heard the two songs in the same hour.
After 3:30 in the morning I struggled to stay awake but as soon as I got out I woke up because of the cold wind.
Two more Wednesdays to go… gonna skip the next one, will be there for the last.

41. un drum cam lung de la primul pana la al doilea control, jetoane albastre, fum si miros de mici, cozi, concerte care au inceput cu intarziere , e drept, una mica… multa lume ingramadita in fata scenei, ecrane.
Hello Grandpa, I’ve been waiting for you for 18 years! You’re old Grandpa, you should retire. Your band sounds nice but your voice lost its strength. But still, Grandpa Alice, it sure was nice to see you!
No words to describe what was next! Kinda short, we wanted more…
Baghete fosforescente… daca asa se cheama, eu in sandale… nu, nu m-a calcat nimeni… adica doar Alex, dar bine inteles ca m-am lovit de una singura de o piatra, cred, asa ca am o mica rana pe un deget… Oameni care merg ciudat in a funny way si se grabesc de parca ar avea 30 de lucruri de facut in cele 15 minunte de pauza dintre concerte… totusi simpatici. Colturi, bere, multa bere, alge in deriva, nervi si blesteme, pletosi, idioate, o mare de pahare de plastic ramase in urma, fata draga de mana cu pletos in viteza disparand undeva… terasa cam scumpa, taxiuri, Revenge. Intr-un final acasa… nu a mea dar o casa, mancare si un pat.
Pe scurt: B’estival si ce fu dupa…