Woke up with the sun. Went to all the museums. Saw a Chilean movie with no subtitles. Took a a nap in the park. Listened to the wind, and dogs. Watched the people holding hands, and kids eating ice cream. Drank espresso and wrote until my hand cramped up. Threw away my map of the city and got lost because I thought it was a good idea. Felt the cold through my shirt. Felt the sun struggle through the clouds. Walked with my hands in my pockets. Hummed songs to myself that don't have names. Made shapes with the clouds. Traced the graffiti I found with my fingers. Thought about voices I haven't heard in months. Thought about colors. Closed my eyes and saw silhouettes and airplanes. Opened my eyes and continued to walk, just me and my shadow. No direction to go because there is everywhere.
We are all standing somewhere that someone else wants to be.
I have a freind here(martin) who's family are native Chilan. His email is Rowdyradio@yahoo.com. You guys have met before.
ReplyDeleteWhat a long fun trip, beer ,wine, tex mex tacos- you never cooked those for me. Keep on truckin, hope to see you and catch up when the trip is done. J
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