fragile soul of wind changes
Navigo uncertain between various ads, flick through newspapers, sieve sites in search of home and work ... I feel
wandering , voluntary exile of a house that I no longer feel 'mine,' cause now
postononposto to call home and I've got real and 'made of flesh, bones, and smiles and words ... 'proximity to warm, and' violent anger, which disappears as the summer storms that leave a blue sky and more 'blue that there ', a sky invisible to most,' but that
we never stop looking.
Here. Then there's' us this and that 'ever-changing, doubt and perplexity' that inevitably succumb in the presence of the other ... I step into the void, as did Indiana Jones, and I do so with a smile on his face, that if well I'll find 'emptiness beneath my feet ... I am sure that there will be' a
hand to keep me ... which is not 'little.
In the meantime (I do not want real estate agents who read), I discovered that real estate agents operating a
... legalized theft committees seeking to bring together owners and prospective tenants and '
ABSURD ...
Then in this whirlwind ... I stop for a moment and think about who I was a year ago ... what I did, what were my thoughts, my emotions, my plans for the future ... everything changed, all swept away.
Now I am moving to a city 'in which I never thought of moving first, I now have priority' different, I now have a new tiny black kitten
which in turn bites me and purrs ... and not ' only "my" and '"our" ... and this is strange ... nice eh. But strange.
'm back ... stay tuned ... in a suitcase and the other I shall see that 'feel ... : O)