The sun is incredibly strong, the last winter days are predicting a vast summer, or a strange year to come, we don't understand anymore the processes, we just live them and look at them waiting for whatever there is to come.
I'm right now not feeling any connection with nature, it's so strange, so empty, I'm staying at Lisbon to review some friends after a long time, around this heavy mass of walls it looks that things can never change, they only search for their own perpetual end.
Cities become strange when you start to let go your will for things, your wish of property, I don't want to buy nothing now, I'm not searching for anything new on my pockets, I just want to find this same streets again with the same old people, beautiful friends, to drink that beer ant to leave back to my place in the ground, will I ever have one? I'll keep searching for one that I can share with others that don't understand this covered ground of black that I'm stepping now, the eternal return of citie's fidgeting ressembles the fear of a finishing day, will you dear to see life itself stronger than your own singular life? There is no death, no end, just the steps of life itself shaping the world around it's own instability, the chaos, the thin edge of life, they are the reason why, they are the way we happen, we see, we do, we touch...
I'll roam again this same old streets, thick air, my smile will be bigger and greater each time I'll see some moss breaking gently the walls of this magnificent boxes, houses full of eyes!
