While the sun sets in this grimy harbour, I wonder how little yet I have explored this place. Neither a clue of the depth of its waters, nor of the people that must hide in its tall buildings. I have wandered through many countries. I met, had and lost my friends, to finally find myself here in a place that should be home, but yet feels miles away.
What I’m doing with my life
Some may call them friends, people you meet at work or at parties, talking about the random fluctuations that have crossed their lives. The conservations keep on sailing, while we open another beer to keep the winds up. But yet I find myself back home, realising how little we have said on the things that really stir our souls. So yes, I play the game they call this live, but no, I don't feel it brings me any closer to anyone.
I’m really good at
I love to wander. My favorite room is a motelroom and the best highway never ends. I love to analyse. Politics are interesting, but only when ideologies are consistent and based on vision, rather than on personal interest. I find myself digging in thoughts, to explain our feelings, since, in the end, I feel that everything can, and should be, understood.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Music is important and signals my mood. Some people I can hardly talk to, but yet I can understand them through their music. Regarding books, I wish I could read more without having to sit on a chair and stare at the pages.
The six things I could never do without
People (however distant). Freedom (however unreal). Nature (however paved). Travel (however close or far). Ideals (however deep they may be buried). Love (however much governed by our own desires).
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Sometimes I feel like I am too much focused on myself. Self-analysis does not always get one further and often I find myself cycling around the ringroad of my brains, where I have already gone so many times. And yet, it is so much more rewarding and educative to learn about others. I admire those who do.
On a typical Friday night I am
I desperately try to avoid "typical fridays" as I do with "typical mondays". At the moment I notice the periodicities in my life, I start trying to break them. Taking that other train to work, to avoid that same crowd of people. Longing for travels, to escape from anything that started to become typical. And yet, my life is getting more and more typical. I guess it grows on me.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I don't have a cellphone.
You should message me if
I guess chatting is not my thing. I would much rather write a bit more and leave some time to respond. Please send if any of my words appeal. And don't be afraid if you are shy. I might be even more shy than you are.