Writing. Making Music. Being a mom. Breaking hearts. My own, mostly.
I wanna get away from here.
I want a lover that takes me away from here.
I want a lover that loves me with fury and despair and hurts my lips in the first kiss just because he wants me so bad.
I want a lover with my name craved on his arm even knowing we won’t last forever.
Let’s run, let’s disappear, let’s just be strangers in nowhere land.
I want a lover that drags me down violently and doesn’t allow me to resist. I just wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna get away from here.
I want a lover that makes me lose my mind and find myself.
I want a lover that makes me dizzy and wins my heart with the blink of an eye.
I want a lover to guide me, protect me, govern me, enlighten me, burn me, give me insomnia, rage, jealousy, tears, fever and a smile.
I want a lover that bores me and gets bored of me and is never boring. I want a lover that is true, pure, immaculate, dirty and sacred. I want a lover that goes all the way.
I want a lover that dives into my eyes and is not afraid of jumping into the abyss and burning in hell for us.
I want a lover that doesn’t ask where we're going. I want a lover for breakfast and dinner. I want a lover that doesn’t babbles broken promises and doesn’t give me anything apart from what is so real that makes me sick, crazy, sweaty and rips my peace and my heart off.
I want a lover that goes all the way.
The blues are the roots. Everything else is the fruits.
Leaving Las Vegas. Natural Born Killers. Strangers in Paradise. Factotum. What About me. Blank Generation. The Color Purple. My Own Private Idaho. Trust. Aristocats.
Marquee Moon and Adventure
Ask the Dust. Wait Until Spring, Bandini. West of Rome. Women. Ham on Rye. You get so alone sometimes that it just makes sense. Love is a Dog from Hell. Howl. On the Road. Junky. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
John Fante, Nina Simone, Hunter S. Thompson and Spider Jerusalem.