"We've come a long way together.through the bad times and the good, I have to celebrate you baby..."

My Manchester life is almost over.I never started a novel, I never took the portraits I thought I would. I made a nice film and wrote a few nice lines and I fell in love with the place before deciding I would eventually leave it. I will go back changed to a place that is changing and I will knowingly place my feet in the everflowing waters of its rivers. I will enjoy its challenges, never more convinced of my vast human resources.

Will it be me or will it be you?

"...When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch of a song that I know, and the world moves in slow-mo, straight to my head like the first cigarette of the day..."

...and I'm 5 years ago and 3.000 miles away...

and it's you and it's May

and we're sleeping through the day...

"When you're on your own, it's a long way home..."

Apparently when it rains the city goes wonderfully quiet. No girls' screams unsettling the boroughs,even birds bow to the melancholic rythm of its nightly embrace. So, I will lie down in reverence, set aside all the despondency that creeps in after long contemplating days past and forever gone and worship life for all its precious, little gifts that we never ask for but we are miraculously given. Hallelujah.

"...under blossoms we made our vows, all the blossoms came sailing down, through the streets and through the playground...""

Majestic trees in full bloom follow me down Wilmslow road; I don't know their names but I remember thinking when I first came here what they would look like in spring time and it all seemed so far away in time...I have reached the middle of my Manchester service and it has all been like a fresh plunge in a pond. 

One of the most tender song imageries I've come across in this song.. Always springs to mind when I walk under blossomed trees...

And one of the most poetic parables of life and its cycle in the form of film!

.."Here's to the house on the hill and the thrill of it all, sinking in a tidal wave of alcohol.."

Days filled up with music and walks around the city, uncovering its little hidden beauties; happy to know I'm still not tired of this place. If you lovingly follow its watery paths,they always lead to something that amazes.

My new happy soundtrack:

"...Wherever you burn, I have returned.."

Oh,well, we all get lost sometimes. People around us put us back on our pedestals where we were meant to be enjoying life from all along. The traces of meaningless influences are slowly erased and pains replaced by the usual game of ups and downs.