a matter of proportions

different coordinates, same story

tiredness fuels empty thoughts

bleach

love is right in front of you or you just passed by it

ti amo

the happy end truck tales

no one cares when you're out on the street

i think i should give up the ghost

sat on the floor in a grey grey room

the fences that you cannot climb

something kinda sad about the way that things have come to be

no more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes

you'll find commiseration in everyone's eyes

underground boutique

half frame neighbours

shelter my thoughts from the rain

quando piove i profili e le case ricordano te

when the loving comes and we've already gone