studiolaguarda

It's all about love, baby, it's all about what we do, and do not. It's all about love, and our own way to miss it, our own way to live in the dark...

It's all about dust, baby, dust we come from and dust we're bound for, this fuckin' countdown, and how we behave between dust and dust.

It's all about love, baby, and the way a man leave his home, and go back to darkness and loneliness, without any look back...

It's all about love, baby, it's all about my own way to hold it tight in my strong arms, and let it sleep out forever...

It's all about love, baby, and warm beds, and cold beds, every bottle gets empty at the end...

It's all about love, baby, and all what we do not do till dust, all we should have done, and all that gets lost in our own personal deserts...

It's all about me, baby, and nobody else now...

(kinda fuckin' personal poem, or what's most like a poem to me)