Come join me. We’ll watch Cinema Paradiso, and intermittently, the stars.

“Pleasure disappoints. Possibility, never.”

This drought has gone on too long, Lord ; there’s not a pregnant cloud in sight.

Make it rain, Lord, before it’s too late – make it pour, before everything is lost.

The only thing I want to do is leave. The only thing I can do is stay.

And that’s why, my love, I don’t sing anymore.