27

Days have passed by and I do find myself sort of puzzled by some of the facts that have occured lately...

27 days travelling to end up in such an unexpected location....I might say the end is here....

If you had paid attention closely, you would have known about the special devotion to some numbers.... Here you are the number 27, one of a kind, uneven, precious by itself... It is a lifetime landmark and I am very much alive....After landing in the place where, supposedly, I have to be, I walked towards a vending machine: chocalates, soft drinks, nothing unusual...swiftly I decide what I really want: wait a sec, the numbers: I have to press 14 and 41....It makes me think it was a random choice....or not? Then effortlessly, I work it out in my mind: 41 minus 14: 27!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Three days walking as much as a human being can walk, given the circumstances,in Paris...Un petit dejeneur (lame in comparison with a pequenho almoco), right after that, having a look outside: overcast, light breeze..I am fully determined to complete my task...Direction to that famous cemetery where some paramount characters are buried: Moliere, Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison, French politicians, artists and some other relevant creatures...When the hands started to feel that uneasy and uncomfortable alongside a lack of order in searching I talk to myself: "I don´t want ot be here, I just came because everyone else´s does..Get out now"....Roaming around unknown neighborhoods, enjoying the architecture and the human landscape...Jardins de Luxembourg...Un the noir avec un peu de lait si´l vous plait" I never got the milk!....

Quick shower, it is time to get to the "place".. at some point the hidden reason to come to this monumental city...In this trip, being spontaneous has been one of the keys....Thousands gathering in the tube stations,the journey takes nearly an hour: Pont de St Cloud: Rock en Seine 11....The weather plays dumb with us: showers, shiny bits of blue sky, showers...Food and drink kiosks, merchandise all over the stages...I have several looks on my concerts program: All right, first I am going to this stage, after I move over there...A few minutes after eight plays this band I am curious about to see..Cocor...Too weird, kind of unsettles me, in spite of that I remain standing some bloody drunk teenagers (how much do they smoke!)...As a magnet thing, I get attracted to an Asian food kiosk, what an irony, I just came from there and suddenly I realize how much this trip has changed something in the inside.. Mmm tasty meal....I choose to choose even though I wasn´t given a chance in that matter.."Love myself better than you I know it´s wrong what else should I do"

As the sun goes down, the crowds gather as close as desired to the main stage, one the biggest names are about to start, and as in some other countless ocassions, I remind about someone: Hey Josh, your favourite band: Interpol!!!! Remember: "Dixie Rosa", jaja....

Too many hours standing, my back hurts, my mind rules my heart: Everything in its right place....

I quite remember one specific topic: connection dots, and that is absolutely related to our acts and decisions...One Gods forsaken piece of land in the most southwestern tip of this continent....On the contrary, up in the North, some playful and non existent monkeys motion slowly to the lights of the Library to stare at the pictures: Ladies and Gentleman: Los Monos del Artico...Thanks a lot for not trying....

I´m going back to 505 if it´s a 7 hour flight or 45 minutes drive, in my imagination you re waiting lying on your side with your hands between your thighs....


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