Travel Journal I
01/19/1911
There's that kind of desire for life under control. A necessary verbiage makes us suddenly and unwittingly free. So free that we can mourn and laugh at the same time, for a couple of hours, discovering together we thought of old truths.
For some of us are here today and not others. I love simplicity.
Rest in the knowledge that create our world requires not only imagination but also that essential work. And welcome to stay silent peace finally asleep after so loved, so hated, thought so, but above all of us lived so long, from a distance and supported in memory.
01/19/1911
In the rain there is a certain acid that corrodes the plans. But also a sound that accompanies me on a lonely afternoon in this city that always waits for me with a smile on their side.
... and surely this might sound like this ...
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