A shy boy writes thoughts and feelings
in worn notebooks. Most of the time he looks at what other people do. He listens to
their music, reads their poems and watches their films. Then somebody asks him
for going up the stage. He is on the stage but he avoids looking at people. A
hypnotic melody is sounding while everybody is waiting for him. Then: This is
the End, my only friend, the End, beautiful friend, the End…
And the crazy flight starts. They only
were fifty weeks. This was time enough for making a legend.
I thought you spoke spanish, anyway I liked your blog, I'll follow you.
ReplyDeleteCheers from Argentina.
Humberto.
www.humbertodib.blogspot.com