As you say, the engine stops and all passengers unaccustomed silence wake up at 5 am in the middle of nowhere. If you feel vulnerable not tell me, because the flame of my fears will placate your ironic humor, and I begin to think it is a good adventure. No light, no water, no time. The sun came out and we get to that place where people do not ask our silly mediocrity. We
way, I explain that I lost the notion of time, space, about me, about you, what I come to do, what time the match starts.
What we do with the people, because it is the drug of fanaticism, it is played, is to believe, is to have the enemy so far away it seems that here we all queremos.Siento your arms tight around my waist.
I'm always in the back seat. from here but look at me look look. I think not let me think, feel, choose, look at the passing landscape. From here you see me no love, no risk. From here apachucho me, trying to sleep and focus.
We're coming. An hour ago we're getting. cactus, ground, terra cotta. Green, yellow and brown number. Not a trace of water, do not know why I thought my shoes would go to smear. When there is water all dust, breathe, enjoy, you choke, you get scenery with him. One more. As if it had never known the city, or downtown, or the country. I guess the neon signs as if he had seen only in movies.
Let's make health care ranch ranch. 10 km from each other. It is July 4 and the hot sun in November. A ranch is land in the walls and floor. Is straw on the roof. It pans and ojalatas. It's kind of my grandmother's house because mixing some antique furniture. Wooden benches and stools. Seats may be missing anything but inviting to sit, wait for time to pass, that the natural light off and not know what will happen next. There are seats for everyone, but I do not run until the sunlight turn, that makes me anxious. In each house a clock, which stood for some time, years ago ... what a year there in the middle of nowhere? where no path is planned, where the steps are the steps through mazes in grasslands.
She says that everyone can read but she is the best understood. She is a girl, but she already has two children. Are not parents, are not men, not seen. The women, nurses, grandmothers, mothers, children, incest, cousins \u200b\u200brunning around between the earth ground. You looking guys. I looking young. Mandarins to beat the thirst.
no mistake, I saw poverty, can not be defined well. I saw another paradigm, another culture, another viewpoint, another way to begin to live, and finish well.
I felt we could not do anything more than take to open our consciousness and our hearts, in the village of no time and empty bottles.
I, there, lost, without anyone to realize who I am and how I have to be. I lost there, knowing you lost to you, always finding yourself with your wonder boy. I felt alive, inultil, confused and exhausted. And that seems to be the beginning of a change. Here the land is arid, and what is the humidity that kills. I have things to do. active parts of my mind before sleeping.
is night and the police treat me like a child. Two people on the seat no, it does not cross the line of departure. We are uncomfortable, we want the magical clip eject us of this expectation. We tried to play but we are adults angry. We rest. I think I'll give, I think I will mourn.
not ask me to explain what happened. The tender skin of the unseen. The folklore of the soul. An external vision. The death of the illusion of wanting to endure. There is something else. Telepathic yellow triangle. There is a train to get to the station and I'm going to climb.
Sometimes one has the final feeling that is growing is growing
freedom or responsibility? containment or emotion? Astrology 2nd year.
a child to mother and mother-to-female ... with boobs.
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