Post-Revival

The little boy thought in music
The world was so easy, wasn't it? Back then when the street lights were all green. The melody made sense and e.q.m everything was explained, he just said "look there, the proof is yours."
You don't got to be Italian to make a naked sculpture. Now, now is not real, he used to say. Impassioned, brave youth where are you sleeping in the castle? Doesn't he remember how the mind was New York and Paris; alive, complex and free.
The wind is so cruel, ain't it? Growing up isn't what it should be. I think I'll go back now to the burned back pages, we concluded.