will i give anything just to see what is happening inside your head? maybe not. but sometimes, i see things in a different way, and nothing else matters. am i overcomplicating things? maybe. that's an obvious reflex from my volatile way of thinking. of my aching heart.
Hola. Tantos discursos a favor de nuestra gloriosa letra ñ, tanto brindis con la maravilla de las palabras nuevas, y estas mias terminaron como yo, en medio de otras sonoridades. Pero hay un idioma sin palabras, una actitud que entendemos por emanaciones invisibles que surgen de los poros del misterio. Su logica se esconde en la diversidad misma, en el pliegue mas interno de una nuez, en el bolsillo olvidado de la mochila, en el destino repentino del viajero que sos siempre. La vida es lo que puedas mantener de tu memoria y las ganas de definir el destino de tu proximo minuto. Las mochilas no solamente tienen coincidencia de colores, mueren de placer por las mismas siluetas, moldes que enloquecen. Caminamos tanto para ver... volamos, hacia otras gentes y fuimos felices. Recuerdalo y se con eso feliz siempre. Con el nuevo acorde oxigenado y tal revolucion mental, habra mas viajes... SaNtIaGo
9 hours, 9 days, nine lifes, 9 otros. carimocho a caliche. ahi van los 8 calicheando el carimocho.
9 hours in bruxeles. 9 thousand stories. strong memories. red, black, white. ashtray. continuous coughing in our run through the city. parks, salami with cheese, expensive restaurants. beautiful eyes but not in balance. aching legs, aching back, hurts inside, but fills the void.
feet hurt. back aches. face getting sun tan. heart is smiling. spirit is filling up with the substance that will leak continuously for the rest of the year. the cure in the webbar. peace. storms of triple clicks. got to get to the hostel. wanna chose right. want a story, but not desperate at all.
I´ve seen the future of the dog, and it might happen. I wish I knew a lot more. I wish I could help them. No need. It will happen. That´s for sure.
planes keep taking off. somewhere else, found is hope. somehow we'll get there. there where we should be. complete. licking our wounds. preparing for the hunt. the hunt for red july.
