48' of highway...

45' of highway full moon and stars a clear sky...coming back from the "lost land" to civilization...inside: a lot of fear and disturbance and most of all doubt....

in just 48' i realized everything that escaped my eye for the past months since i am "stucked" in here, i woke up, i opened my eyes and i saw myself again...and then i understood i have indeed a gipsy heart, i'm a nomad...my house is on the road...i am made for that and that brings me happiness and peace

somebody told me once that i should not leave love to stop me from running...running on my way, i was so close to do this....but then i stoped just for a second in those 48' and i realized that, that was not love. love cannot stop you from what you are! from what you want to do! from living your dreams! so back, rewind and erase and move forward...but you know what i cannot erase...my memory is quite huge...so what do i do then? i will leave wid it....and with the momeries and withe the lost dreams....on that deserted beach with white sand and 2 painted boats...

i shall not be a clone of the projection of others...no way, i am who i am and i am proud of that, i am strange and twisted and call me as u wish...but i was so close to lose myself like the last breath of air before starting to swallow the whole ocean and die unhappy sufocated and looking disgusting afterwards...

yes my home is on the road, and yes who will join me will join me and who won't i don't mind...even better..because again that song that easily is marking my existance is true: is not where you go is how you feel for a moment in your life and if you find that moment will last forever....and finally i rediscovered that moment...was here so close but still so hard to reach it...

i want my challenges back, my car, my hopes and dreams and my beach and highways and night drives and parks with lakes and lilys and ciggarets with frappe and mistery and my harribo for the road pringles and moccacino....

p.s to be detached is what i call a privilege...happy you
p.s 1 chaossoul again...but soon will start a tornado...
p.s 2 es una pena.....y la misma pregunta: porque?
p.s 3 mi-e dor de mare si de digu meu...de rasaritul din 2 si de omleta din vama...1 mai de data asta prea departe...si totusi...u never know!!! somehow i know...and i hate when i'm right about the things i don't wanna be right...

p.s 4 AMAZING WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU BELIEVE...