Dawn City portrait
Friday, March 7, 2008
Central Canal And Neuroforamen
There is so much loneliness in the city.
used to acknowledge that my natural habits outside the ground walking outside, he steps more inward than forward. I'm going with open eyes but not see. Way without thinking about layers upon layers deposited anonymous dreams of winter green leaves deposited on the floor for loose tiles multiforme deposited on virgin land is intensively the beginning. Seeking to hear my breathing. Seeking to achieve the sound of silence. I think. Skips over and over again, because although I always directed towards the same address is my character that truly moves, guided by the rhythm of my arguments that weave their gear past history, and each memory as a selected Pearl joins infinite circle of my memory says. Look to the sky in a gesture of complicity with the most gracious God, who alone conceive of and defend, that which is love. I guess the most unexpected and beautiful lines of my future. Set to write the script of the play of my life. Meanwhile under my feet, with regular seal my tracks, I choose the routes. Strong floor safe because more than the desire to make I have the desire to learn the way back. Because life is not to start it again, again, return, start over, back to, again because, again to re-start again, and so on. The journey is never cleared completely. So walking, discovering, trails.
But the city feels increasingly alone.
The streets take on forms that will never accounted for since they are employed without property rights to justify the millions of hearts of millions of bystanders who unknowingly run over the chalk line made their own way. Time prisoners are slaves of the regulations and 8 hours. See without looking (which I think is even worse). Even if they do walk alone in a space inhabited by people with their ghosts and bags in tow. Their shadows are getting a crash but their owners do not notice. Sometimes overflow cover and individuality, creating collisions between two or three or more bodies that threaten its impact against the peace of the routine. But as soon as born, are suppressed by force hiding certain well known that the abnormality does not lies in the interruption to the series but repeat itself.
why I feel the taste of solitude when I try the city.
So many faces I knew and forgot for a moment after believing if any learned. Never know personal stories, their lives, their fears, I'll never know whether behind or in those eyes was hiding my own happiness. The faces are born when the look and experience instant death when I stop. And life happens.
There is so much loneliness in the city.
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Pd. This text had a last paragraph that I deleted. From now on every time I say it, I will refer to any less to him that I referred to today. I try to remember only the good. It's amazing how effective it can be a tip at the right time. Thanks for giving me some time in your company;)
used to acknowledge that my natural habits outside the ground walking outside, he steps more inward than forward. I'm going with open eyes but not see. Way without thinking about layers upon layers deposited anonymous dreams of winter green leaves deposited on the floor for loose tiles multiforme deposited on virgin land is intensively the beginning. Seeking to hear my breathing. Seeking to achieve the sound of silence. I think. Skips over and over again, because although I always directed towards the same address is my character that truly moves, guided by the rhythm of my arguments that weave their gear past history, and each memory as a selected Pearl joins infinite circle of my memory says. Look to the sky in a gesture of complicity with the most gracious God, who alone conceive of and defend, that which is love. I guess the most unexpected and beautiful lines of my future. Set to write the script of the play of my life. Meanwhile under my feet, with regular seal my tracks, I choose the routes. Strong floor safe because more than the desire to make I have the desire to learn the way back. Because life is not to start it again, again, return, start over, back to, again because, again to re-start again, and so on. The journey is never cleared completely. So walking, discovering, trails.
But the city feels increasingly alone.
The streets take on forms that will never accounted for since they are employed without property rights to justify the millions of hearts of millions of bystanders who unknowingly run over the chalk line made their own way. Time prisoners are slaves of the regulations and 8 hours. See without looking (which I think is even worse). Even if they do walk alone in a space inhabited by people with their ghosts and bags in tow. Their shadows are getting a crash but their owners do not notice. Sometimes overflow cover and individuality, creating collisions between two or three or more bodies that threaten its impact against the peace of the routine. But as soon as born, are suppressed by force hiding certain well known that the abnormality does not lies in the interruption to the series but repeat itself.
why I feel the taste of solitude when I try the city.
So many faces I knew and forgot for a moment after believing if any learned. Never know personal stories, their lives, their fears, I'll never know whether behind or in those eyes was hiding my own happiness. The faces are born when the look and experience instant death when I stop. And life happens.
There is so much loneliness in the city.
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Pd. This text had a last paragraph that I deleted. From now on every time I say it, I will refer to any less to him that I referred to today. I try to remember only the good. It's amazing how effective it can be a tip at the right time. Thanks for giving me some time in your company;)
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