For several days I walked a strange city with this song in the ears. From the bus looking out the window, but it was actually leaning out the melody, the voice of Antony that grew inside me like those scenes in which a tree view to moving stations within seconds. From the window I was an unknown city eyes with nothing behind as a new bird.
No plans, given the task of walking. Without forcing me to nothing more than follow. No arrests , well, actually if I had a few. also had a room waiting for me going up a hill, a beautiful hill that looked like a sea of \u200b\u200bpeople. Coiled walked through the old quarter in the morning. Spiral felt. Looking spiral.
I know that idealize the past but would have to evaluate this opportunity to rebuild, and maybe spend the moments through the filter of a second look. Things go around with the sensitivity of the restorer to a new paper filters drawings undone by time.
This morning I read a text, was on contemporary thinkers and said: "There is a past that expands and grows deep into the present, aiming to fully occupy its space, mentoring all its representations. In the past we must defend ourselves." I do not want to defend, at least not this second that the music enters into my rebuilding among those thousands of faces making up a sea of \u200b\u200bpeople, a smile.
"Im a bird now", so I called the whole album where this song comes.
spiral.
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