Tramite burocrático

Wed, 07 Sep 2011 19:06:58 -0400

Ahorros minados… motivo viaje burocratico

Surrealistic

Tue, 16 Aug 2011 16:44:00 -0400

I feel that my life changes so much every day… sometimes more than I like. I wanted to be a steady soul but the life is always moving me from one side to another. Yesterday I was in NYC… and I loved it, or at least I think I did. But it was so shocking all the colors, all the odors, all the people, all so fast, like a dream when you don’t remember how you got some place but you are there, and suddenly you are in another place completely different. From green trees, to a street with colorful announcements, to a bakery with announcements in Chinese. First I was touching a dinosaur and in the next minute my fingers were walking down electrical stairs. From hotness of the street, to rain, to wind, from hot the metro, to a cold museum. One week ago I was in Mex, it was the same from cold airport to warm people, it was the same in Paris, Germany, it was the same in Madrid, in two weeks I expect to be in Chicago in one month in Venice. I’m not complaining it’s kind of cool. But it distorts a little the reality in my head, many beds, many pillows; none is mine all that is mine comes in small travel size. I should not complain, I should not complain, maybe I’m searching for something I will never find. I’m so inexpressive most of the time about the wonders I see. I feel like life is passing through me and I don’t feel it. All it’s like a dream… what I got from all these movement… so far I feel nothing. Why I’m so dramatic about it… it was just a dream. But I’m a human usually I desire more and more, and I’m also whimsical.

Twice I have dreamt I died. Every time was a different situation but always someone shoot me and I fell in the ground and someone held me. I said “tell him I loved him”. The person was different in each dream, and the sensation was I was like watching everything from outside like I was the public and my life was a movie. Sometimes I’m awake and I feel the same.

I prefer not to laugh if I don’t find it funny, than laugh just to appear happy. I’m not trying to be dramatic. I’m just trying to figure out what it feels so strange.

Happiness is overrated

Tramite burocrático

Surrealistic