not even a sailor and an aviator, but a traveler. The submission does not count, count the destination, some people say. Count the desire to explore, the wish to see. Continuing the momentum that is nothing more than to live uneasily. Rivo strangled. River in search of a mouth.
Instead, the journey is everything and the medium is much more than half the trip. The river comes, already no longer the river, but the sea. So in this sense, the journey becomes the cancellation of research themselves. A peace that can only be achieved through something we have not, because we ourselves are the restlessness that torments us.
Perhaps, however, the journey began long before. The origin of the desire to start a trip, there is always a journey already concluded. A return that needs a new start. The stability, well, it is impossible to achieve. Killing means no longer have a return, never to be away from home. Not appreciate his point of departure. If
around his head and look back, the soul is shattered in a few seconds.
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