No More Blue
Some songs do not try to save you. They sit next to you. No More Blue by Roberto Ciotti is one of those rare pieces of music that understands melancholy not as a wound, but as a memory that has learned to breathe. The blues here is no longer a cry — it is a low voice at dusk, tired, dignified, almost kind.
Heinrich Bock — poet, thinker, and lifelong resident of emotional extra time — listens to this song as one listens to an old truth one has survived. Ciotti’s guitar does not accuse. It remembers. Each note carries the weight of something once painful, now warm, like a glove forgotten in a coat pocket.
“No more blue,” he says. Heinrich does not quite believe it. But he understands the wish.
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XOXO Heinrich Bock
