The Mirror
Not a day passed by, before I went searching for my mirror. Watching through those reflections and seeing what's left behind me, I realized some scenes are meant to scale off, we know, but we end up holding on for too long, and i sought the courage to stop me from trying too hard.0
I had to let it out to the world
"if u're hurting and you don't add up to my day, I better let you know it's time to go"
Down in the Southville, Andreas is the name they used to call me, right from the day I moved in through those rusty bars of the cancello ovest "west gate" with that croaky voice, freaky face, geared up like a "freshman out of a khaki shop" as Rigo describes it, dragging that grey, empty military bag along those brown mountain blocks "boots" and then the "Cabby" with the road sign worth design of the "SAN ANDREAS" label, that more often made people forego my face.
I couldn't get you a better explanation on how "Andreas" came about.
This just made understand why Giuseppina told me to put back my 'cabby' on when we spoke on phone the other day, may be she didn't recognize my voice too without my "San Andreas" on!!
Giuseppina, was not just another lady that you meet, she'd rather be the woman to find. Unexplored beauty, you couldn't get away with her charm nor her vicious anger. Always present but not ready to be found, perhaps she should have been an anchor willing to broadcast her misandry bulletin all day.
"A rare dare" you must be right to pop it in mind.
But perhaps deserved a trial to discover the mysterious mines never explored , sapphire gems that were never to be found, blue diamonds that no pirates could uncover, waiting unpouched to be downed.
That stream of care and solicited love, hidden within the fiery magma, she was a volcano whose beginning was a bath of love and care that leaked through the tributaries of the Volturno river, in which I found peace wading to the source.
