E 'in this evening, where the wait for rides climbing the clock with the machine of memories. De Andrè in the ears, a hand that beats frenestica the left mouse button and a heart rate monitor that suddenly changes the colors of pixels giving back life to my memories.
Start the journey, I have fastened their seat belts and I'm sure I'll stay stuck in this chair. Start the Patagonia prosegueo and then, almost in a random order, remembering the people I met during the roll I made.
I see myself in the face, I see myself a little 'child. Sometimes with too few kilograms of times with a physical and now I can only envy. I see myself sipping beer on a carefree a beach. Rivero me sad and pensive in front of the monument that remembers all the dead of the Pinochet dictatorship in Chile. I see myself lost within the walls of an embassy, \u200b\u200bI see myself terrified at the beginning of a dive in Ko Phi Phi.
At this moment I am aware that for a while 'this container will add more pictures, other eyes, other emotions. A few important choices I have slowed down in travel. At the same time I'm happy because I realize that thousands of these files are not just a space on the hard drive, but have a wealth of experience and especially the culture that I drag myself into the shell every time I leave the house. I hope and pray to become better every day.
Tonight I'm dreaming of the new nation, tonight I'm imagining new friends, I'm stretched out to say thank you to life. Because what I did in the last thirty years and I had not for everyone. For weeks
are distressed about what is happening in North Africa. I can not really come to an end. I see the pain of those people before me. I see an Africa that is folded like I've never seen. I think back to my travels and the terror that he sometimes rode on those streets where I take pictures. Think of the children who have stolen a smile and think back to their dreams. Those of a better world.
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