Viajo para olvidar. Algunas veces, mientras observo una cosa, recuerdo otra y, entonces, quiero regresar pero no sé cómo ni a dónde. Entonces, me siento a escribir para encontrar el camino de regreso, pero quedo flotando.
Y de repente soy Mary, and I rename myself Mary.
I feel in a foreign land.
She used to listen music from Chicago
She wanted to leave. always.
She is looking into nowhere, empty thoughts.
I stroll around ... viewing the nearly empty streets. It is interesting watching them
doing their routines.
Where on earth am I to go?
I no longer belong to those crumbling streets and houses.
I hear the utter lifelessness of the streets
A girl and a boy chase
bubbles by the sea
i feel i am getting to know them
Is it Sunday?
Who knows, anyways?
en la calle, un hombre canta sobre la mujer que abandonó a sus hijos
they seem to be having fun
the breeze pushes the bubbles far away Fascinating yet meaningless.
I see a woman behind a window Something in her makes me feel good
there are many things out there I like to think that.
everything is getting farther and stranger
i feel i am getting to know them
It is interesting watching them doing their routines.
I leave the hotel, I walk across the square, at that time it is deserted, not totally, (with the video of the sea)
I meet a woman, I do not know her, she knows me. (With the flick video that starts with a woman looking at the camera)
Farther away, another woman is getting married, it's not me, but it could be me. Or it might.
Sometimes I think I talk to someone who is not me.
Once upon a time there was a woman who lived inside another woman.
I am here for a short time
I am just losing all sense
of human individuality
all memory of human life, with its grief
and worry and doubt, and become
part of the atmosphere
no siento ni sentiré nada
as to what would happen to me.
I keep out of water and
any other sort of
affliction
locales walk at a brisk pace their naked feet make
no sound on the streets they pay
no attention
whatever to where
they are going either in this world or the next.
I sit down under a lamp, prepared to contemplate, until dinner time, the wild beauty of the scene.
Sign of human habitation
at first there is none
Imagine a vast cathedral with
countless columns
composed of the most exquisite
dark−green moss.
Next morning I go ashore and start on a walk. i am having a series of
prophetic visions.
Some say that the rest
of the road is far worse
in a muddled, tangled state.
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