Jetlag

I used to believe we could live one life in a day, in an evening, in a second or even in less than that, as per the intensity of sometimes the emotions we can feel.

But probably, we are living different lives in one, or even just remembering those past lives we once lived.

Did Joyce really explained on Bloom’s mouth to Molly in such a beautiful way what Metempsychosis was ? Did he ever say that even if two souls don’t happen to coincidently live the same life as same beings their relation could still be recreated by a dog enchantedly following a butterfly running down the hill? 

Haven’t you ever awakened at night thinking on that best friend who you briefly met? 

Or that women you know would be the mother of your children but you just haven’t met or the other one you didn’t understand why so suddenly leave your life? 

I am in a part of my life where I think half of the experiences I lived were for real while the other half, were not. And I was convinced it is already late to remember which half is which. But probably my mind did not make one of those half’s out, they were just there,  waiting to be remembered. 

At the end we are only souls living forever in nature of a godless land. Inyeon. 

One day everything gets connected, and connects you. 

That night full of stars where you end up seeing them all, even if there isn’t in the sky but clouds that your eyes can see. 

Finally finding that place so full of life and souls, even if not a single one inhabits in. And still, so charming to you.  

If our existence is that way, then life is like a constant moving ocean, and we should give ourselves like the foam to the sand on every single day… without any regrets. Comme la belle femme. 

Now, 

Listen

Do da da 

Do you want to know a secret? 

Do da da 

Do you promise not to tell ? 

Do da da 

Let me whisper in your ear

Do da da 

520.