Today I've walked mountains of kilometers. If you notice my words trembling or feeling heavy, it's because of the elephant sitting on my feet. Maybe it doesn't have much to do with it, but the tiredness I feel is closely related to the speed of my thoughts... a mere 0.1 KB/s.
I don't know how to use Google Maps to know exactly how many streets and avenues I crossed, but judging by the pain in my legs, I must have walked more than 15 kilometers... not much?... on foot?... at my age? I'm ridiculously amazed... nothing else would occur to me to think of something crazy like this!
The truth is, I didn't think about it; if I thought about it, I wouldn't do it. Traveling from one end of the city to the other is quite a feat these days... especially since there's no transportation, and electric cars, the most common way to do so, can barely recharge at night... but, anyway, I did it: and that proves to me that the universe puts you where you're meant to be.
Resolution.
People learn by inheriting an attitude, although you can react in very particular ways through your genes, but there's a code that you won't break if you were taught well, and you understand it as a fair and enforceable social norm... but, if you don't think you can live with that norm, you simply let it go and move on with your life... Let me give you an example: in my case, I don't like to visit cemeteries. So I only visit them fairly infrequently, and without much enthusiasm, even though I've been taught all my life that visits have set dates and that the best way to remember is to return "there"... what a pain!
Although today entering the cemetery no longer produces that suffocating effect of yesteryear, and as soon as I pass through the entrance door my legs automatically know how far they can go, this is how my body moves forward...and I'm watching from behind.. The first crypts on the left are beautiful, and in the second one exactly, there is the photo of an extraordinarily beautiful young woman who always, always, her place looks impeccable with its fine marble imported from the Isle of Youth or some famous place in Belle France.
I don't like taking pictures there, it's sacred, you know. But it's also a beautiful place where there is no falsehood, because everyone visits it out of love and respect. So right there I took out my crunchy cookies, and sitting on a bench I shared them with the underworld... who watched in amazement at the size of my hunger.
Music in the cemetery: Yes.
Generally, the music you choose is conditioned by your mood, but this first one I bring you is terribly beautiful. It was one of the most popular themes of a highly watched series internationally, at least here in Latin America: Grey's Anatomy.
Today I've selected tracks with amazing lyrics, and the links will take you to the music with subtitles in the languages I publish in...it's not fair for anyone to miss out on the lyrics to these magnificent songs.
It was so easy to lie on the ground and connect with the ancestors, in a way so peaceful and special, like only those who have managed to find a new way of loving over time... Time teaches, time shapes and strengthens your memory, time is strong and loyal... Would the people who saw me think I'm crazy? Although... you can think that too.
This song is one of the best ways to miss someone: ... If you want, listen to it and you'll understand me very well, words would be unnecessary.
The second part of the journey was far from there, especially from a spiritual point of view, although life and death are united and separated by a simple thread that is cut only by a cursed circumstance.
That's why listening to is a powerful antidote to any uncomfortable memory that leaves sad cobwebs in your head... remember, one of the best therapies is listening to good music; it's just a matter of choosing well.
And finally, remember that I'm under the enormous fatigue of a gray elephant. I bring you this very special song that I discovered a few months ago, performed by
A very well-crafted song to denounce and give a voice to all those children who may be suffering from child abuse... despite being a rather sad subject, Susanne manages to tell a very hard and real story about a child's own interpretation of their circumstances... evidently, the lyrics of this song are the true protagonist of a beautiful song that screams a denunciation.
Music, and art in general, are the best weapons to protect and defend human beings from their wars, their ruins, their pain...
I hope you enjoyed these three tracks and that you all have a beautiful Sunday paying tribute to the mothers in your family.
