18/07/2008
I am back... to write.
This time I don’t come up just to drop a few words!
It’s gonna start like this...
It's been over a week since I am here…
(...)
I left my friends at home and came over to see how the weather abroad is. So far, I got the power of the sun and the sense of rain. I wish I could lie down on the sun while rains outside. We can’t have both at same time or one of them isn’t real. When you lie down on the sun, you are resting yourself and don’t care with rain. But when is raining you cover yourself and hope to sun come along.
I am about to take a position for a company where my role is selling product’s company. Am I ready to make it? I am not but experience will make me ready and steady. I wasn’t born here but I am gonna sell their product. I am gonna sell them what is theirs. Meantime they will give me knowledge on their language, money and experience.
I don’t wanna write about the world, I don’t wanna write about the weather, they are both of their own. They will go as far as we don’t control it. I wanna write about my experiences. Write about what time and world have been offering me. I will meet new people, interacting with them and open myself. I will go as far as the roads where I have been walking guide me. There is no stop! I am walking not going by bus. I would like to be an artist, because I like to express myself but I am shy. I would like to stop some moments in time but I find myself dazzled with mystic world. Run to the top of the hill and take a deep breath. On the way down you will feel happy cause you had run to breath the most pure oxygen, though the top of the hill will be on your back. The place where I was grown is made of up hills and down hills, so I have reached the top hills as many times as I have been down.
I remember of a story that had flashed on my mind while my eyes were watching, observing and appreciating. There was this guy, playing on a guitar; his voice was sad, but gleeful. Inside his heart he had the most powerful, intensive and enormous feeling of life. He didn’t cry because he had no tears. He becomes tearless every night when he sees the darkness. He has no more water to drop from his eyes, he has instead a bleeding heart.
She walked fast but he recognized her style; he suddenly stops to sing but plays the guitar. He touches something that belongs to him. He reminds moments he had lived with her but she doesn’t recognizes his presence. She walks to fast, she is delayed for her career, she doesn’t have a time for love. She doesn’t miss him, he instead is out of control.
After lot of sunshine and rain drops he drops off his guitar, clean up his hair and shave is heavy beard. Dresses up a suit and a grabs a suitcase, had some perfume on the neck and brush up his teeth. Inside his suitcase remains ticket plane which will take him to the new world, the new life, the recovering heart. After many times of doing his bed, bought new shoes with his wages and drunk several beers to kill his thirsty. His heart was recovered! Gave up many smiles, gave up of his guitar but bought new ties. Afterwards he got a picture for later moments!
