Indulging in new paradises, in new plans, in new routes, in new cultures, new books, new music and indulging some more. It is like this, almost inhibriated, that I make my way through this cycling dream of mine... but a "tucutin" brings me back for a minute: "dejas pasar demasiadas chances" someone told me.... but to this day, I don't know what is meant by too many and what exactly is an opportunity.
I knew some roads will be hard to reach upon taking the path already chosen but at this moment I've started thinking that they are not just hard to get, but that they will remain out of reach.
A life of lonesomeness (not loneliness) is what I'm going for but developed coincidences make me rethink at times if it is what I really want....
Big day on Thursday (my route). Ill be picking up my Russian visa. And maybe even bigger Friday (my heart). If she comes. Pity these two roads dont lie on the same plane...
Sé q nuestros pies crean belleza al dibujar
y q en aquella pista de baile
un canto tambien han de crear
Pero aun quiero tan solo solo bailar
aunque a veces me temo no puedo
pues en mis ojos veo rencor
y hasta desdén
contra aquel que ofrece carinho
solo mi baile puedo ofrecer
quiero pensar q no es tan triste vestirse de soledad
Words of Pato: Proximo anho o proxima vida, el q llegue primero....
