Now, probably an unusual thing from myself, but I'd like to begin with some prose.Arriving among the dew and rainbows of an odd winter morning,
stretching my arms, pulling a box of old material memories,
I came upon this horizon with a new blank page ready to fill in
with the names of faces and places.
The pen slowly etched a city of companions at my reach,
streets of joy, boulevards of energy,
alleys of pain, lanes of sorrow.
Then, dotted by the shadows of robust and tall standing structures,
I begin to breathe the city air.
Being a half-american, half-mexican, in a country as virtuous, active and enchanting this one, has been a tough test for my very essence. Back in the days in the city of flowers, where I grew up in, I had no idea what life was. I had a secluded childhood and teenagehood, away from the subcultures and experiences that I had only heard of from under the keyboard, behind the screen. My own life was just 'live and let live', and for a while it was good. But it carved some marks in my personality which are causing a lot of friction with my plans for the future. It's time I dropped that uneccessary load and fight.
Notwithstanding, THIS IS LIFE.
Never been so happy in my life, I guess. Despite the blinding and burning sun, and those days where I though I had reached a dead end, I think (I'd rather say I feel, but that would become just too subjective...) that I have never learned so much about myself and that I seriously belong here.
Now, it might just be a simple coincidence that the street in which I lived in back in Mexico is Eucalyptus Drive and that the pre-school institution that I used to go to was called El Canguro (The Kangaroo)... some are just surprised how "Australia's calling" became true.
Soundtrack: Death Cab for Cutie, Erik Satie, Jumbo
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