Speed In Playing Rugby

back to square one!

And so, almost relief, as if wanting to be deaf, blind and dumb, as if only because I want to stay away from it all Saturday and Sunday I spent two days the most significant of my life. No, I did not win the Nobel, the Pulitzer Prize and I was even awarded the title of an evolutionary biologist year. I just struggled with the newspaper, made to blows with the present, a blood duel with the past and organized my first real photo exhibition.

I had lost dreams, hopes, desires, my irrepressible enthusiasm. I was empty! An empty green bottle that a storm door on the sand, in the middle of winter. In mercy and away from everyone and everything. Far from what it contained, from what we called it. Not a bottle of water, not a bottle of wine worst nor the best of Caribbean rum. A green container of translucent material and amorphous that if he had lost consciousness.

It 's been a whole year, a year when I struggled to fill the desire to do and be. And I wanted build something to counteract the destruction that I roll. Step by step, frame by frame I put together some pieces. But this time I did not do everything alone, not this time. And Friday has blossomed into an idea which I thought very, much. Has not been the most beautiful display of photos, not the most elegant and refined vernissage. But my first time. I spent two days among the most intense and loads.

Goodbye to all that was a real goodbye, you'll see ...

Calories In A Chinese Curry

Déjà Vu ...

's night, I look up from the rear-view mirror as small bright dots moving wisps, like will-o'-the-wisp of Norse mythology. My corner of my eye catches sight of a pair of slender bare feet on the dashboard that play to leave footprints on the windshield. Prior to completion of all ... a voice ...

- Between! Uei! Mica you fall asleep?! E 'half an hour I'll call you! Guide eh!

Puzzled me around, I thought I was alone, but that's where she smiles at me. Gently opens those lips and smile crosses his face and reaches those green eyes that light up.

- Mica you get angry if you support your feet? Daiiiii!

Those eyes are hypnotic, are for me what a deep dark well is for a child. An entire universe. Attracted by the beauty of what you do not have, what you do not know. A magnet. And I can not do much more than smile, I can not give any kind of vocalization. It 's the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, the most dangerous, the pit.

reach out, I make a caress. My hand can not touch it, my touch only disturbs his image. Like a stone on an image reflected from the surface of water.

The ghosts do not exist, no! But the shadows!

Suddenly all the "reality" around me begin to come off, it starts to peel off and flakes, fragments like a jigsaw puzzle of hundreds of pieces that ruin the floor. I end up in a thick fog, I seem to be an astronaut floating in some undefined point in the cosmos. The up, down, right, left. References nonsense! I am completely confused ... no ... Maybe I'm just in a corner of infinitesimal time and space. E 'night, but I do not know where, in or out. I have lost all reference. They are everywhere and nowhere.

On the ground of the arrows indicate directions and roads. I see the lights go, darting as neural impulses through synapses, the optic nerve spreading dominoes, electrifying the whole cortex and each cell. Confusion, loss of orientation. I think I hear the heartbeats. Long beats ... no! Deep and long pulse, my. They are one of suffering and elation ... I perceive something ... yes. The dark void around regains consistency. Maybe I understand ... balance and orientation, they come back from somewhere. I know exactly where I am. I recognize him perfectly.

I know exactly where they are! ... Lost! completely lost ...