Days here are given to the music. A string, a pitch, pressing the sixth in the fourth fret that with the capo would is actually the first, second and third in the second as well. One, two, three … has formed a well-known melody. I thought it was more difficult … like everything is done, when you finally do it you discover all was about to ” just do it” .
I download a new book: singing for dummies. I laugh with the cat and I looked at him with apology eyes in advance. As my only company… it has ear to hear the amplified mouse steps. Misha do not blame you if you run away for half a day and come back later when I’m already sick of notes and “E minor” ” Gs “, ” Cs” and red fingers. I recorded(me) singing and playing to watch and listen to Tulia .
I always find a corner on the carpet in each house, where I sit with open computer, guitar or a book. Owning the corner I spend hours in absurdities. Here in the house of Paihia a corner where it receives sunshine in the afternoon in front of the window that I have wide open. The wind makes me shake a little bit but the sun warm up my nude skin. Revolution I said! with torso and chest on the air, over the balcony the sun passes from right to left. Another day.
I go to the market. A house under construction and Kiwi workers with thick legs and very short shorts. Here the practice of Rugby have them fit, but these workers do not whistle like in Mexico although these ones would not bother me.
This town reminds me of Veracruz … because the humidity, the colorful houses in each mountain, and the sea at the foot . I laugh of the absurd of the mind trying always to compare, to make a reference with the “known”. A guy with flirty smile tell me where is it and finally I come back with a huge lettuce as carrying a bouquet of flowers: with this I eat for a couple of days. I set on my way to see the sea and the open skies of this place. I am careful of not drop the three dollars out of my pocket with which I will buy the food for tomorrow.
How long I sit here? Ha .. Yes … Yes. I am. All that exists now is the sense of Being. Not to be something, someone, just only Being .
I am immersed in absurdities for hours. I already told you? I read somewhere that we could all say absurd things, the bad thing is to solemnly say them… I laugh for me then when I publish this on the website. A new game. I don’t know how is going to work but as everything in life … the little pieces are going to fit together like tetris with each other to fall into its own place. And what do I say? as if everything has to fall into their “own ” place when is the fact they have fallen “there” which makes ” their own place ” .
Absurd things: Wake up in the morning without memories of yesterday, touch my body try to see who’s here. Baking bread at midnight with the recipe of the German girls. Translate videos to Spanish justbecauseyes. To feel constantly in love… and no other is there, just Life itself .
And of course, write without a particular purpose, just for doing it.