some how I remember
that strong wind freezing my warm smile
the taste of the air, so wet and salty, so cold
the smell really has this magic
bringing old times to present
re-creating experiences
in a very short time sensation
its almost miraculous
and I let come, old inventions
the wind from the window
the high speed of the bus
ans all that dark ocean arround
suddenly I was back there
tinny legs and hands
only emoctions in my body
not that diferent from nowadays..
like I've been like that since always
I was so myself, intense, huge existencialism
as if every movement made history
made efective changes in the universe..
eyes closed, wind, action, impulse
could feel more than tell
could smile more than look
pray more than sing
not only a wind coming from the window
not only the speed or the nature's beauty
I was an explorer waching the sunrise glow,
always late, everything would distracted or delay
as my thoughts I never knew what was looking
adventurer, born outlander to go, go far away
I was so happy, and my happyness clandestine, siempre
would it be like a destiny?
Or my past is nothing but inventions?
My heart never had dimension
opening more dors than windows
escaping from my controls
showing me my direction, the action
impulse to go..
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