Synopsis
We walk through this path with joined hands. We are not afraid. We pray, we thank, we beg.
Our hands tell, count, stop, pull, breath our fingers.
We hear the wind, we can grasp it and we sense the power in a fist.
Santiago floor us, my thought is full to the brim.
I empty, my body vanishes and I'm not afraid about how time flies.
It's like awaking into the sun; I feel this heat, the silence, the remembrances.
I walk this path barefoot and I run on landscape expanses, I grab liberty and run, I run toward you with joined hands so that my body can observe his center of gravity, can feel the end of feet, the end of hands.
My steps tell what I am today, what I was, what I will be.
And how a flock of birds can cause a thunderstorm, I take my body and give this instrument of flesh to the world in order to generate storm, peace, love, pain, gift. I live, today I live, tomorrow... I reborn.
I devote all of this to any man that no longer exists.
As an erupting volcano, with magma, I try to shape me, to be alive, to turn in a color. I don't fear. I vent.
You can lie down to the ground now, start running to wasting, you can, if nothing else, be silent.
"Far beyond the ideas of right or wrong there is a field. I'll be waiting you down there”
