The New Year's resolutions exasperate me. Because the fact of waiting a year ending twelve months and heavy weight material, for weeks, full of lonely nights and gloomy Sundays, Mondays morning sleepy and not grandiose, Saturdays where the party is defeated to change what we do pleases me seems ridiculous.
Why not change today, at this precise moment, slipping into his jeans, brushing her hair, calling her mother, looking in the mirror? Why not say that here this morning, stepping outside, I'll smile like a moron at all who pass, even those I hate, hate to drive my heart, disgust, fatigue, pass my favorite songs in my head when my ipod dies, dancing, walking and attack life with a positivism which inspires, with an audacity that kills, with a confidence that is perplexing.
Easy to say. Because the seasons must pass. The nights may have to be white. Injuries have hurt. And the effects should remain. The scars show that they existed.
Man (unfortunately) needs to watch, laws, benchmarks, dates, numbers, time. A new year is displayed and the reason (need) to remix his life arises. An opportunity not to be missed. Yes, 2011 I adopted you, I already tame, I'm a snob, I hold you, I kiss you, I pity you, I'll drink, I eat you.
The holiday is over, I'll have a drink in the bar beside the street. This bar is nothing special except the fact that now we know .... A glass of wine, and then another one too. Vulgar laughter that come to disturb the serene atmosphere Monday night when people are wise and disciplined. Not us. Not you nor her. And especially not me.
No resolution. Because everything is natural. In fact, though. One. A single, big and fat, which includes all other small resolutions unnecessary and too detailed to be met. That of being happy. Happy in the full sense of the word. Better yet. That of being free. Free
in his body. In thought. In its projects. In his gestures. In his words. And especially in his dreams. Who can control them?
And freedom tonight, in our words without artifice and without restraint, in your long black hair that you drop in the ring too flashy in our desires that go beyond, in our adventures of the ink to flow For years, our own sense of South Ken, London, and the world, I felt. I felt in my blood, on my skin and deep within my heart. Because between the mojito and vodka, we had the impression that it's going. By the way ... that ca could not be better.
It was enough to decide. And smile at a stranger can sometimes fly.
Yes. I fly. ©
0 comments:
Post a Comment