Happy moments come once a month ... if you're lucky ...

Happiness is experienced in fragments... pieces that come when you less expect and go when you were just gettnig used to that warm feeling. Of beeing happy. Momentaneously ...
This morning I’ve experienced one of those precious moments ... As I was driving home after a long night and an endless morning, on my car radio : Smashing Pumpkins – 1979

The perfect ending for a very confusing night. With an urge to settle down my ideas and feelings. I’m such a mess right now .

But that was a moment of happiness. Short, as always, but intense ... perfect ...
I missed hearing this song. It’s like coming back in time, when I was girl and I thought the world could be changed with one song, and everything was exagerated and tragic, and i started to experient a lot of new things in my life, and everything was, in fact, new and exciting, and Billy Corgan was a man of undeniable wisdom, and I was just starting to know what I would spend my whole life searching for. Those were the days... Sometimes I miss them, sometimes I don’t ...

I missed them this morning. In a glorious piece of that thing they call happiness.
With a smile upon my face...
And we started to sing along with Billy ...

Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time

On a live wire right up off the street

You and I should meet

Junebug skipping like a stone

With the headlights pointed at the dawn

We were sure we’d never see an end to it all

And I don’t even care to shake these zipper blues

And we don’t knowJust where our bones will rest

To dust I guess

Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below

Double cross the vacant and the bored

They’re not sure just what we have in the store

Morphine city slippin dues down to see

That we don’t even care as restless as we are

We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts

And poured cement, lamented and assured

To the lights and towns below

Faster than the speed of sound

Faster than we thought we’d go, beneath the sound of hope

Justine never knew the rules,

Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls

No apologies ever need be made,

I know you better than you fake it

To see that we don’t care to shake these zipper blues

And we don’t know just where our bones will rest

To dust I guessForgotten and absorbed into the earth below

The street heats the urgency of sound

As you can see there’s no one around