Right before leaving my hometown I downloaded all the albums I could find from TV on the Radio. After a sleepless night I finally got on the train that would take me to Bucharest. I started listening to an album called Nine Types of Light. The second song was Keep your heart.
My dear friend, I’ve been searching and never finding, I’ve been straying and forgetting names and faces. I’ve been running through the darkest fields of life with the moon hanging high in the sky, the bluest moon of all moons.
And he sings and he sighs and there are signs of his love everywhere. He’s wondering how he can keep your heart and he whispers and nobody seems to understand exactly what he is saying. But we do not need to.
All these blues I have cried – I cried yesterday on the subway, people were staring, some seemed to want to ease my pain, some found it strange. I went home, took off my clothes and then went to sleep. I woke up after two hours knowing that I love him.
Outside ecstatic love,
what did we think we’d find?
pictures made by my beloved Ionuţ