A Perfect Bit of Life

The Flaming Lips, "In The Morning of the Magicians"

I was just listening to this song and suddenly remembered that weekend at nowhere two months ago. Emm, that weekend is one of those things I should have posted with no delay. A lot of great things happened there, but right now I'm thinking about dawning...

It was just perfect. The city at our feet (it was a marvellous view from that terrace), the cold wind on my face and flying my hair, the mixed smell of firewood and tobacco, the trees, the sweet slumber of the night before... And then, the lights of the city overcome by sunrise.

And it's great, I mean, the feeling of being completely apart, of not belongig anywhere, of standing in front of life. I was aware even of my own breathing, of silence and then of the music which accompanied the sunrise.

As far as I remember we talked about what lies beyond our sight, about the fear of not understanding immensity, about lies and liars, about how right our lives are because we follow our own impulses, not the ones dictated by someone else. We also told some things about surviving without losing ideals, that eagerness for knowledge and the experience of feelings and sensations unknown for the majority.

It's a shame we have no photographs of that moment... But I guess Rafa was right when he said you cannot forget the experience of being witness to a sunrise with someone.

Aghhh, I want to go back there, hahaha.

*Now that I was browsing my labels precisely to label this post I realized I can't stand this particular label I come across each time I'm in here... I think it's time to delete harmful and useless traces of waste. I'm almost ready for that.