quarta-feira, 17 de junho de 2015

TOBEFOUNDLAND - 17/06/2015

He likes Pearl Jam, Audioslave, The Doors, and Credence Clearwater Revival, of course.
He also likes, at times, riding away in his black Maverick across the US, his only whim in a whole old hippie, green lifestyle. To take a break from his dusted diesel-fueled pickup, used day-to-day for just a bit of everything.
Also he likes cooking Italian and Mexican food. Has almost quit drinking, were it not for some sips of wine along with the pizza or pasta. Or some beer with the tacos. Nothing that would hinder his disposition to wake up early and with a clear mind for the day ahead.
His house overlooks the green meadows and the dust in the air above the dirt road a bit far beyond. Rustic as it is, all in it reveals his liking for things made of good, long-lasting wood. Just as his well-taken care of LP collection shows too his liking for the organic and kind of dirty sounds they produce. And the almost undescribable sensation of the smell of old paper we breathe in when he manipulates their sleeves with the utmost care and reverence. They shelter 70's rock, blues and folk the same way we wrap up and tug a sleeping newborn baby, in a coldish cosy night.
Standing on the porch, we see on the left a pretty huge and shady tree which name I have no clue.  Further, there's a half dry pond, and then the refreshing woods. To the right there's an old ox cart 'decorating' the lawn, on which I always feel the urge to recline. But then the flower beds and vases came first, and now seem to be unmovable, with all that moss and dampness around, certfiying their antiquity and post.
He is kind, quiet but witty, and doesn't mind being on his own. But would rather have someone with a good conversation and a comfortable silence to share a kettle of herbal tea with.