The journey
He sets out a journey to be free, but the wolves went chasing after thee; the road was clear, but we don’t know exactly what transpired over there. The moment I saw his face, I was convinced that he had lost the race, but courage pushes him to carry on and mutter a new song. It is the part of him that you never see that bring the smile on his face that sets the universe ablaze, but he has been doing too much for his age, and so he seeks comfort in playing games.
He likes to follow the stars and communicate with his friends abroad, not much is known of him, except that he likes to sing, he likes to hang out with dogs in bars and play the guitar when he travel abroad, his smile makes everyone around happy; it is contagious and full of trust.
The morning felt like winter had returned to embrace summer and cool down the temperature, we had no socks, mitten or winter shoes to cover our hands or feet, for winter was walking around, like mad men in the street, going from door to door and creating havoc on the floor, it was as cold as ice and one could not laugh or cry for summer spirit has just died.
The turbulence of the time has come to blow your mind, but he knew what was going on inside, it was too big to share and too much burden to bear. I watched the leaves falls from the tree and the birds flying around and he listens to the sound of the wind as it rustles through the trees.
I have to go before you finish the show; there is more to life than games and tequila and Russian vodka in paradise. I had one last look at his face as he took that photo in that place, he looked completely happy with thumbs up but the man next to him was reluctant to “sing” and so he forced a smile.
The journey is long so load your carriage with everything that you need to fulfill your “greed”, the desert heat will drain your energy, but Zeus will cover you with tranquility. You will meet bears, lions and tiger on the way, but the light will show you where to stay.
Do not stay in “that house” for the “cockroaches” will make you shout, the house with the garden at the back will give you peace at nights when the lions and tiger start to fight. The journey will begin at three so packs your patience and wait for me.
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