The place is quite.A dull sky covers the city. My mind is calm and the waves of time hit on me.From the beginning I have to express my will to move back into time so that while coming back , I walk fast into the future, which is now.Past time is obscure and dirty although it contains the source of understanding and knowledge.Everything is possible.The time has come for a journey back home.My mortal nature is another reason for an attempt to understand why and how it has come to be this way.My fathers have worked, my great, great , great grand-fathers as well.Yet so much still is to be done. As I am about to post , I wonder how it will be like. From words to sentences , from thoughts to actions , from void to a thing, something , anything, an image , a word, a number , a word-number, a sensation , a word-sensation, a feeling, just something simple. But what is simple?All condensed within something so little. A vortex of sensations whirling. Patterns of beauty rekindling my primitive essence.Ancient tales a link to the past.The link to the past.The link.Ancient voices.I do not know how to say things better than using the words I know. What do I know? I do not know. All I know is that I do not know. My fathers voices are everywhere.The ones that flood my mind.That is why I will here from now hence and, everywhere recount stories about us , just You and me. How we feel , how we think , what we do.It will be an attempt to understand. The second to be frank.To go back to the things themselves , to analyze, to synthesize to build so as to move forward. In the hope albeit our humanity to tend towards a betterment. Devoid of guilt , pain and suffering our common-human load.There is beauty everywhere even if not everything is beautiful.From the beginning I was clear , my mind is calm , and time is on. This since the beginning...but why now? I do not know.That is why all this is an attempt to understand.Eyes opened , semi-opened , or closed.I can hear time shout its end and, as I prepare to argue with reality I measure consciously the dangers of such and endeavor and I pray silently so I might from the beginning till the end create . As Water flows it continuous.It never ends ! Honor and respect to my Fathers and to my mother.
