DST ended here, finally.
Trying to get some balance between routines and personal schedules around here.
The need of motion.
Silenced mood over untold phrases, muted thoughts and tons of mugs.
Perspective and perception, wall to wall.
“Dans cette vie qui vous apparaît quelquefois comme un grand terrain vague sans poteau indicateur, au milieu de toutes les lignes de fuite et les horizons perdus, on aimerait trouver des points de repère, dresser une sorte de cadastre pour n’avoir plus l’impression de naviguer au hasard. Alors, on tisse des liens, on essaye de rendre plus stables des rencontres hasardeuses.”
About those early and quiet hours where mind remains sleepy and motion walks by a dreamy path.
Silence plus coffee. Disordered thoughts.
A road an anchor, a memory a ship. A field of memories where roots are deeper than anything else. A life to remember.
“Someone had told him one day that you forget the voices of those whom you have been close to in the past very quickly.”
All those ways on how we treasure our memories, to protect ourselves from forgetting our past, to remember that life is about simple things and the appreciation of those simple routines.
About the way on how we exalt the value implied on each little step and the personal meaning of each of our memories.
We don’t usually smile while a photo is made, but there are certain moments in life that make you feel your heart wide open. That’s the kind of memories I want to hold forever.
Mamá et Nacho.
Places called home and roots that will always continue to growth. Peace, calm and an open sky. The pass of time through the memories we made. Simplicity and overdoses of joy.
After a well bunch of days of not being able to hit this road back home, today I plan to do it again for the first time in ten months, there are a lot of sentiments and expectations involved in. To feel the motion again, to feel renewed. To hug, to stay present in person. To feel that sense as a motor.
Ways to come back home.
