Re-Invention Tour, Querida Isabela

Galapagos - Diciembre 28, 2008

Isabela:

Magnanimous year comes to an end. A year of turning. Of sudden. Tumbling. A year. Abrupt. A year of endings, of starting.

What is up, Eduardito? Hey. Hi. Je ne plus? Plus. Plus. Plus. It's two. It's three. There is more coming. Delicious.

Astronomical blessing. To come and find the hook, the anzuelo, to calm down the spirit inside. To float in this marea. The succulent not stopping tides. To leave behind the summit that GS was. To leave doors closed, finally. The doors in that New York. That keeps so many moments. The sign, in that punk bathroom, "What a day to be alive!", on top of that toilet, in the corner of the Lower East Side.

An voice inside finally speaking. Good for it, and good for me. To not loose the use of the heart, to remain alive. Outside of the value system, struggled, inherited, overcome. To be at the borderline, at the very edge of one's devotion. In the frontline, where you are still alive.

So many lives found. A series of them. And each spectacular. All of them need to die. And to melt with the lakes of memory. And the vast sight of the tides. ending, stopping, altogether, in circles, drying up, ending. Those lives seemed as though they had no ending. Infinite. And the minute impulse, made it all change. All become new, different, challenged. The will to being young.

Cambio de cuerpo suculento,
Cambio y mudo escamas.
Piel Nueva, lavada en arena, en mar, sol, y lejos de las paredes limitantes.

Y los ojos cercanos, los techos de luz, falsos.
Lejos de las oficinas y del mundo desarrollado.

2008 starts in carnival. At dinner. With a family that is willing to turn around its life. There, then, here, I propose to change my scenarios. My surrounding. And search for depth. And sounds in greater freedom.

"Todo es mentira en este mundo... que sera? Esperando la ultima hora. Arriba" Manu Chao, at Coco Bar, sounds. I think how could you. You are the blood of me. Like te small, minute, tiny impulse. To find it. To let it trigger passion again. Like finding impulse again. A conceptual map. Here it comes, to put 2008, in visible light:

2008 - Reinvention Tour

Jan: Announce intention to leave
Feb: Internal transition opportunities search
March: Market crisis, it's time to go
April: requests to stay
May: Official departure
June: Back to minimalism and to dispossessing everything
July: Back to me, and to cereal, twice a day, simplicity

It's a path carved with axe, bow, and arrow. Hand-made. No one done it for me. They should have. Not a single drop.

I owe myself the plentitude of full life.

No hay miedo. Ni arrenpetimiento.
Es hora de abrir los ojos. Es tiempo de mirar.
De no quedarse parado. De caminar. El camino. Para adelante.

I will not run. Time to soar.