Grandomaniac communicating to Tracy, Eros, Tom & Co.

Listening to Tracy Chapman, "There's a fiction in the space between you and me... I'm just telling stories..'... between you and reality.."


Grandomania

The swallow can’t wait returning to my tree.
My piano boasts to my desk of being wiped by me.
Remember me the lakes, the Danube, the sea.
Ten year old boots ’re proud that my feet they feel.

Bill Gates, Madonna would write, they don’t know my address.
Bartók would be proud that I stay on a street with his name on it.
If I killed anyone billions’ d present an alibi, I guess.
I could win the Oscar, the Nobel prize. I’m just not interested.