I am sitting in a cafe on Fullerton. The radio is playing “You give love a bad name” by Bon Jovi. I was really into this band when I was 12 years-old. I used to listen to their music in the countryside of Siena, learn the lyrics by heart, then imagine I was in the U.S. I even got a perm. No comments, please
Later it was Jimi Hendrix and The Doors, later John Coltrane, later… well, the list goes on.
Now I am actually here, looking outside the window and remembering this girl dreaming about me thinking about her.
In retrospect, I see that it was music that brought me here, by allowing me to manifest this “me” who is now typing about itself.


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