Monday, 4 June 2007

Along the same line

It is getting pretty cold in São Paulo. This chilling autumn nearly convinces me there’s a way out. Not to an airport or some, but an inner path. Like a solitary tree standing among industrial artifacts. When I look at one of them I sympathize. I feel as if there were a bond between us, in spite of the number of wounds, the carelessness of thousands, the loss.

Listening to ‘Why does my heart feel so bad?’ by Moby. Cold winds seem to tear me to tiny pieces. Days turn quickly, spinning wheels.

Chlorophyll and beauty, she is still there. Still to remind me the possibility of escape in all weathers.

photo: São Paulo city centre, by Ricardo Imaeda

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