Walk Home in the Rain
Walk Home in the Rain
Shift finished. Just walk, walk towards the station. Twelve minutes
Raining, very soft, silent river, rainy surface. Like a dreamy thought
Cyclists, swans, white gulls. Day to day, I saw them. My companions
All are silent. I am invisible. But this is good. Not a life, not a vision
Hmm. Then what? Ghosts can’t see my walk. I just drink, eat this
This atmosphere, the always new impressions, this mind to desire
Yes. I just live for the always-changing nature of life. There isn’t a life
I lost my life in the always-changing life. I have no more mortal life
Yes. This is the exact reality. Hmm. Just stay away. Away with ladies
But I need them. Freethinking gave an absolutely new life. A style
Freethinking is the winner. But I love women. All, be a freethinker!
That's the way. Live together, together in the always-changing desire
I am in the station, sitting, waiting for the Lyoness or Bakerloo line.
People on the train, in the cars. All of them have a personal will-life
Reading on smartphones. Magazines and books. No connected lives
No connected minds, hearts. Hmm. This is my experience. And also far
(Not just here…)
Live and be alone in the cars of the train. But full. A lot of times
There are people. But feel alone. Okay, it’s a lie. But not all times
It’s not important. But I like the peace in these lines. Exists the smile
Yes. People don’t talk, no conversation. But the peace is always on top
Hmm. Get off. At Wembley Central. Walk, just walk. Maybe get a beer
Walk, walk towards. In a park, take a little walk, then go. Waiting for my home
Yes. Simple daily practice, nothing special
But always new. Yes, and always new
Always
New
Today was something different, something different
Little rain, a smoothie feeling, soft, cold wind, nice cloudy sky
Like a message, a hope from the unknown eternal,
Hmm, yes, now I know. I am looking for the eternal
to continue
a decadent life
I just don’t understand something. Hmm. Why does God always forgive me? Why??
Maybe God loves you, said Satan. My loved Satan. He gave me the eternalist life.
“Yes, you are an eternalist.” Said my Master Satan.
“I gave you this hellish life.”
Perfect, I answered.
“Let me ask you something? Are you really an eternalist? Oe maybe a presentist?”
I live in the presently existing eternal moment of the existence of life
“Existence of life?”
“Or life of existence?
Life exists in time
In expanded moment
Present in light of eternal
“Who is
The Eternal?”
Oh, I was daydreaming again.
I am in my room
Open my laptop
Already on
I don’t understand
Never, never my life
“I am with you.”
Said Satan
Outside is raining
Dark the sky
I am alone
Late my time
Good night
Present
Eternal
I am walking
It’s dream time
Rainy
This night
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