We play hangman...
and he makes me guess...¨olvidame¨
forget me?
There is the time here where for once I feel calm
but I don´t know this feeling well and in the mornings on the beach or in the city I always feel better because the day is new and with every new day there is the posibility to forget the last and go forward...
but then, while sitting and listening to the city noise, it is impossible to deny that the noise goes on...
and moves outward,
and every sound is continuous like every action,
and we are reponsible...
and maybe this is why as of lately I am afraid to speak,
afraid of responsibility,
and of the permanance of sound and action...
He is romanitic.
and I am still listening to Carissa´s Wierd in South America.