Sunday, September 25, 2005
A few months ago...
Just walking through my city, without knowing the time nor date, an "extra-temporal" experience, no company, no mobile phones, just crossing faces that run against my way.
No worries... That is a lost privilege these days; the right to walk with no direction, A privilege that I can not afford, so I'm struggling to accomplish that without having to wait until I am 65 years old.
Again... What a waste of energy, what a waste of creativity, all of that serving the same "unknown master".
Oh Jesus, how could I ever feel completed, how could I ever feel that I am living my own life? Now that I've been abandoned through the sea with the tiniest timon that exists which is my experience and self awareness, or the little knowledge about the conditions available through the waves of water.
Thousands of horizons and no maps to follow... Just one, and I don't like it.
Nothing on this world I have but you. Could you give me a hand lord?
Santiago de Chile, May 2005
You're beautiful.
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No worries... That is a lost privilege these days; the right to walk with no direction, A privilege that I can not afford, so I'm struggling to accomplish that without having to wait until I am 65 years old.
Again... What a waste of energy, what a waste of creativity, all of that serving the same "unknown master".
Oh Jesus, how could I ever feel completed, how could I ever feel that I am living my own life? Now that I've been abandoned through the sea with the tiniest timon that exists which is my experience and self awareness, or the little knowledge about the conditions available through the waves of water.
Thousands of horizons and no maps to follow... Just one, and I don't like it.
Nothing on this world I have but you. Could you give me a hand lord?
Santiago de Chile, May 2005
You're beautiful.
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