It had been a
incredible day, a lot of people were in the middle of the town. I knew this
situation and yesterday, I had decided go out the city. Here, in my village, when I’ve arrived, I’ve
talked with some different friends
The first
was a special singer who had driven my emotions the last years. He was tried to
see whose those cars which were arrived were.
Our
surprise was when the first car stopped and a man went out of the car.
Why was so big our reaction?
Because we
discovered that his faces was like as cement. He told us that he played very
well the tambourine but I couldn’t explain, every moment that he opened his
mouth, my worst feelings grew inside me and dreamt that his mouths spreads appalling mucus that was infecting our society
Today, it wasn't time
to crash my car o be sad, then I remembered Mandela, and he's also today helped me. I began to listen to Freddy,
or Soweto band, o perhaps Potato omelette band and my World was opened step by
step. These days, I’d read John Carlin news about him (this morning was wonderful read like Nelson was a human being til their last meeting), or Sami Nair or Eduardo
Galeano of leftist people who will claime about his deep social ideas.
But this
night, the nice sounds that I’d like to share in the memory were perfectly
aligned in the sky. My captains were in the cabin control and I dance over the
water as I worked as ship boy who loves them. And my Itaca had another time born in the
middle of stars:
Potato omelete band. Air and freedom. Wonderful
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