Mountains with Pullovers
dear. leslie
its january, a new year. it rains like before in
switzerland. only the
mountains are white like powder, sugar. they dressed
themselfes in elegant, thick
white warm pullovers. they look like sleeping. the
rest of the land is below
the clouds, below the fogs and is awake. grey and
depressing.
christmas, new years eve..for me, it doesn`t count
anymore the special way
it did when i was young. younger. i kiss you.
so these days are passing by like others. still
waiting for better times.
i`ve been working lika crazy last months. it was very
interesting and it was
quite hard. i had lot of responsability and the lead
over several big projects.
the poeple trust me. they lay a lot of money and
decisions in my arms. i`m
fulfilling their expectations. like a machine
sometimes. like a fever. i
cannot stop.
364 days ago, i arrived in mexico city. i took the
plane and flew away. oh
my god, i had such a wonderful time. i`m thirsty, i
want to walk this
footsteps again. it was like best time of my life.
thats because i`m more and more
this tirded about the huge western civilization
system. life just to earn and
safe money and dream strange dreams. all the allday
stuff a city shows you;
you`re revolving faster and faster and even thighter
around this black spot of
nonsense.
for the necessity to present a elegant car, or to buy
your food in
gourmet-shops. hold on a moment an look around! i`m
planning to go again. to open my
heart, my mind for moments. to hit my wings fast like
the little kolibri at
lago d`atitlan, for a little bit of this sweet nectar.
energy.
its 5pm and dark like night time. i`m sitting in the
train from zurich to
bern. its quiet in here, poeple come from work, some
are reading, some sleep. a
child asks his mother corious things. a lot of lights
are running over two
dimensional landscapes. bright white points, lights
from the street. some
green-cold lights from industry buildings. rhythmic,
informative lamps from small
railway stations nobody knows. warm and yellow lights,
far away. maybe from
romantic little houses around picturebook families
with lovely big dogs and
the smell of a chocolate cake in the kitchen.
no everlasting starlight. no moonlight. fat black
clouds hanging in the
tree-covered hills. everyday, since two months the
same sky. i feel a little bit
ill, my hals is swollen and red. a permanent headache
like a small needle in
my head accompains me. its ok. everybody felt this way
some days in the last
days. now its my turn. i`m going to visit andreas, my
best friend. he lives
near the capitol city in a small french-spoken town
called fribourg. we wanted
to go out for eat, drink, talk, walk. dance? he needs
a "change" in his
thoughts. his girlfriend left him weeks ago. he is sad
about that. i`m going to
visit him as much as i can. i hope, it can change
points of view and points of
pain.
do i see you again? i very often think about you. a
treasure in my heart, i
feel understood when i think about you. spicy and
golden. you are still in
ecuador? still same address? if i would write you a
letter, will it reach you
before you leave? or have you gone already? whats your
next goal? are you
still doing meditation with the Ishayas? so many
questions i`m able to ask
you..we should spend some time together. walk some
misterious ways, taste some new
friuts. peace. i hope you understand me right. its
only such a good thing to
think about you.
i`m leaving europe next october earliest. and again
mexico. its not finished
yet. i want to travel through the south of mexico. the
gulf and yucatan
again. and another days in san pedro, then further
south. honduras and nicaragua,
maybe costa rica. it depends. i`m looking for work
then. could be in oaxaca,
which i like very very much. have you been there? or
on caye caulker,
belize! whow. my personal little paradise. i don`t
know if its easy to find work or
not. i don`t feel better then others, i can do any
job.
i`ll give up my apartment here in zurich, my atelier.
more or less one way
fligth to central america, for the feeling of driving
in river life. i`m not
afraid like most of poeple around me are. you
understand me well..
love manuel
posted by Lady Leisure @ 12:34 AM
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