I consider myself an expert in traveling; not that others are more or less experienced than me, but I'm experienced enough to get away with the following rambling.
let me tell you two stories:
The first one has to do about travel, long time ago I recall when I thought I had found what I've longed for a long time, and then she had to leave. On my side, I also had the chance to travel, discovering marvelous truths and lies behind giant indoor whales, and endless tight corridors with shelves of treasures covered with - not ordinary dust - but a magical dust that gave it an old, aged smell that still linger somewhere in my soul. I saw Lucy, discovered where the children of an entire city hid after classes and rode a 10-ton mecha with the movements of my hands.
Then I saw her again. She had learned to do her korean-style nails.
This time, both of us traveled, both of our bodies moved from their home to other places in space where new thing awaited us, but still she stayed where she had left, while I flew away to a new weird world I like to call home.
On the other side, the second story has to do with travel. This time someone else traveled - moved her body somewhere else - while I stood here dealing with my plays in the garden of the golden pentacles. This time around I had to deal with a lot of thing here, having to cope with lots of mishaps and cruelty, delusions and fears; having to grow up a lot and to realize that I couldn't get back to yesterday, and only forward is possible: I traveled without moving getting to understand the importance of finding our own true inner voice.
Something I yelled into the cyberspace.
From these yells I heard her back, as Fito says "algo de vos, llega hasta mí", and I found out - surprised- that she had the same experience, that she not only went away, but went inward and dealt with her demons. Something I personally find totally arousing in a woman, but to get back to the story I have to say that this time we both traveled, one without moving...
Fito continues playing in my head, "pero me escapé, hacia otra ciudad, y no sirvió de nada", as her gave me the strange gift of her absence, while moving and not-moving.
Finally, in my endless expertise on this theme I found the true undisputed and absolute meaning of traveling: letting go. Traveling is not about physical movement at all, traveling is not about first class or the destination; traveling begins when we put down that burden we carry in forms of laptops, cell phones, unforgettable love or those little thing that bind us, but we're unable to see; something we can do no matter where we are.
So for those who are away, embrace the opportunity and really travel, don't just move your body.
preparing for my leave from the garden of golden pentacles into the path of the fiery swords,
KX.- Proud Crane.
let me tell you two stories:
The first one has to do about travel, long time ago I recall when I thought I had found what I've longed for a long time, and then she had to leave. On my side, I also had the chance to travel, discovering marvelous truths and lies behind giant indoor whales, and endless tight corridors with shelves of treasures covered with - not ordinary dust - but a magical dust that gave it an old, aged smell that still linger somewhere in my soul. I saw Lucy, discovered where the children of an entire city hid after classes and rode a 10-ton mecha with the movements of my hands.
Then I saw her again. She had learned to do her korean-style nails.
This time, both of us traveled, both of our bodies moved from their home to other places in space where new thing awaited us, but still she stayed where she had left, while I flew away to a new weird world I like to call home.
On the other side, the second story has to do with travel. This time someone else traveled - moved her body somewhere else - while I stood here dealing with my plays in the garden of the golden pentacles. This time around I had to deal with a lot of thing here, having to cope with lots of mishaps and cruelty, delusions and fears; having to grow up a lot and to realize that I couldn't get back to yesterday, and only forward is possible: I traveled without moving getting to understand the importance of finding our own true inner voice.
Something I yelled into the cyberspace.
From these yells I heard her back, as Fito says "algo de vos, llega hasta mí", and I found out - surprised- that she had the same experience, that she not only went away, but went inward and dealt with her demons. Something I personally find totally arousing in a woman, but to get back to the story I have to say that this time we both traveled, one without moving...
Fito continues playing in my head, "pero me escapé, hacia otra ciudad, y no sirvió de nada", as her gave me the strange gift of her absence, while moving and not-moving.
Finally, in my endless expertise on this theme I found the true undisputed and absolute meaning of traveling: letting go. Traveling is not about physical movement at all, traveling is not about first class or the destination; traveling begins when we put down that burden we carry in forms of laptops, cell phones, unforgettable love or those little thing that bind us, but we're unable to see; something we can do no matter where we are.
So for those who are away, embrace the opportunity and really travel, don't just move your body.
preparing for my leave from the garden of golden pentacles into the path of the fiery swords,
KX.- Proud Crane.
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