So What If It Rains?

April 20, 2016

1, 2, 1, 0, 2, 1.

These are the floors you can reach with the elevator. I tested it and it works. You push 1, then 2, then 1 again, then go to 0, blah-blah and – ta-da! – this comes out. Me out of a cake, only the cake is an elevator. You could come yourself out of a cake if you can bake a cake that big and, eventually, eat it. Ta-da!

You can do anything you want is what they say. The truth is that you can! There’s only one very good life and that’s the life you know you want and you make it yourself, Diana Vreeland famously said. So what if it rains, so what if you’re tired, so what if there’s nothing in the world you’d rather do than sleep?

Forget all of that and squat. What? A.k.a. work, it’s the only thing that could keep you from sleeping right now. Or is it?

I got up really early in the morning (6.30, my friend), the night was full of thunder (literally, which is also cool), had to rush out and somehow only the doors of his closet opened up. No, seriously.

It was the twist I needed on this rainy day and, man, I love the rain. No, really!

To listen to this song
while driving at night,
on a storm, is something.
To dance to it, in a cool club,
at sunrise, is another.

And elevators. Nah. Not really.

Kissing in the elevator, now that’s another story.

Getting out of your clothes, sometimes, helps. Or closet, ha!

Or elevator. Bye.






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