#danielt

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DANIELT

[straighthoney]

perfect disco vibes today. Dan T does it again!

(Dino Soccio)

[septembersissues]

I'm bored.

It's 5 a.m. and my eyes arent closed yet, I want to see the sun rise again, from the edge of the bed, even though it's a few hours until it comes up. I'm actually really nervous because i haven't done it recently, probably the last time I did this was 4 or 5 months ago, and I can't remember how it was like. But tonight is only me and the city, along with one or two cars driving down the ave, everyone's waiting for the sun to rise again.

"I feel stupid here by myself, waiting for a damn fireball to show" I say to myself, but anyway, it's just the Sun, the Moon and me, no one can can hear how my soul craves for sleeping or my eyes crave for sleep once again, I'm really tired of finding my answer so early in the morning, with the damn Bob Dylan playing, I'm tired of being the one waiting.

Tomorrow, I'll make the Sun wait for me instead.

Daniel www.breathepoisonousgas.tumblr.com I try to learn something new everyday and I’m addicted to contemplate the sky lied on the floor. There’s nothing better than music that awakes those deep feelings inside of you, that tells you a story. Rock and Pianos have been always beside me, and I hope they will remain for many years more.

[septembersissues]

And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose.

I left home one year

and eight months ago,

more or less.

I didn't left

for any particular reason,

I wasn't running away

from anything.

I had my family.

I had my friends.

I had things to do,

I had habits, a future.

Don't try to find out why.

I... I think there's no "why".

I went out

for a walk,

and nobody told me

when to stop,

so I didn't.

Parks and coffeshops

turned into warehouses and laundries,

then into trees and birds,

then into darkness, fear and hunger.

But the growl of my stomach

and the cold sweat on my forehead

made me laugh.

Miles and miles I walked

doing nothing but laughing.

While sleeping in the open field.

While running from the Bad People.

Bursts of laughter while stealing food cans

at the supermarket.

"Dear Mum and Dad,

I want you to know that I'm OK,

I've met really cool people,

I'm visiting such fantastic places.

Don't you worry about me, I'll be back soon.

With Love,

Your Son."

“What you doin'? “ he asked me, with his face barely illuminated by the distant lights from the highway.

"Nothing." I answered, trying to hide the chattering from my teeth.

"Hey, come back with us, we found some rugs."

And he smiled to me.

It wasn't a beautiful smile.

Actually, I can't even

remember his name now.

What I remember is

that there were five of us,

carrying more within

our hearts than we could bear.

What I remember is

how that ugly smile

took me home.

What I remember is us, laughing.

Written by Daniel Toscano

Daniel T. www.danitosca.flavors.me Daniel, 19. I studied sound engineering in Madrid last year but now I’m back home in Algeciras, southern Spain. I listen, make and talk about music, mostly. (sometimes I do not musical things, too)

[septembersissues]

Chapter 1: Turn Left.

'My girlfriend's sister captivated me.

It was all whirlwind, heat and flash.

Within a week we killed her parents and hit the road.

It was all desert.

It was all world around us.

We felt sick about all the wasted chances.

I felt sick.

Maybe I threw up, I don't remember it clearly.

“Turn left.” she told me.

A dusty road, leaving a dusty trail behind us, as if we were pointing out our route to the whole country.

“That whore is fussing again!” she yelled above the music and the engine noise, while beating the trunk. “Shut the fuck up!”

The speedometer was about to break, just like my brain.

I was so high I don't know how I was able to keep driving.

But I was.

I drove like never before.

As if God was waiting for me in that shed.

I used to go there with Jack, Lilly, Neal...

It was in the middle of nowhere.

Nobody bothered us.

Nobody could hear the screaming.

Screaming?

What?

I used to go there with my friends, but now they are not here anymore.

I stared at her.

She looked alive.

Alive as a dying animal, fighting for its last gasp.

I kissed her.

An electric flavor ran from my tongue to my toes.

I let go the wheel.

The car vanished,

the road faded out, the desert disappeared.

I disappeared.

She disappeared.

I did not mind dying, as long as I did it kissing her.

(But we kept on the road, straight and fast as a gunshot.)

God was waiting for us in that shed.'

By Daniel Toscano.

Daniel T. www.danitosca.flavors.me

Daniel, 19. I studied sound engineering in Madrid last year but now I’m back home in Algeciras, southern Spain. I listen, make and talk about music, mostly. (sometimes I do not musical things, too)

[septembersissues]

ROSWELL SYNDROME

Music by Daniel T. (aka adventurer daniel)

Daniel T.

www.danitosca.flavors.me

Daniel, 19. I studied sound engineering in Madrid last year but now I’m back home in Algeciras, southern Spain. I listen, make and talk about music, mostly. (sometimes I do not musical things, too)

[straighthoney]

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