The boy then the man (pt.2)

For as long as I hear the song, I will be always hearing "the boy, then the man" rather than "the child in the man"...

I might write something in this regard.
Let's wait for part 3.

Crawling

On the other hand, I can see some people crawling...

It also have something to do with the past, with things that were done and never finished. C'est domage !!!

Holding hands

The date is similar to today's.
Only 16 years ago.

"A word is said,
A word not sad.
The time is set.

A hand is held,
But not for help.
All is well.

The pictures pass, we feel unrest
The ocean line is not in sight
But when we face, eye to eye
We can feel hearbeats collide

Yet, time is now, we both know how
The ocean line frees our mind
And when we face, when we approach
The boy and girl know this is more

And weekdays come, each one alone
All the time we spent is gone
And as we face, once more, again,
We're just too young to see the end.

One other feeling,
Not ours, is building.
It sets the final act."

      by Hyug Badox, just now

The boy then the man (pt.1)

I started to write when I was a boy... although I was an adult... almost. You know what I mean. Being an adult doesn't mean one is a man.

But time has passed... 16 years, to be precise.

"Come hold me now
I am not gone
I would not leave you here alone
In this dead calm beneath the waves
I can still hear those lost boys calling

You could not speak
You were afraid
To take the risk of being left again
And so you tipped your hat and waved and then
You turned back up the gangway of that steel tomb again

And in Mott street in July
When I hear those seabirds cry
I hold the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind

The spotlight fades
The boys disband
The final notes lie mute upon the sand
And in the silence of the grave
I can still hear those lost boys calling

We left them there
When they were young
The men were gone until the west was won
And now there's nothing left but time to kill
You never took us fishin' dad and now you never will

And in Mott street in July
When I hear the seabirds cry
I hold the child
The child in the man
The child that we leave behind"

      by Roger Waters, in "Lost Boys Calling"

This song became a favourite when I watched the film I referred to yesterday. Incidently, I later discovered (after being very suspicious when I heard the song) that my favorite guitarist plays the solos on this one too.

Not imense but worth the effort

Excellent phrase by 'Cohn'.

If you find the time, watch "The Legend of 1900" and you'll see (hear) what I mean.

6'11"

This was the time it took for me to donate 470ml of blood.

Everything seems to be flowing fine.

Reason number one

The reason (she) why I write.
The #1 reason. Today, 16 years later... it (she) clearly is the reason.

But then, I was "only" the liar.