Earlier this summer.
Victoria
made history, but a new page had to be written.
So I flew
southways, to the tender embrace of family and to the steadiness of the big
metropolis.
Oh Holy sh..., the flight took off too late and now
I lost the bus to--, I swore on the phone, in indignation, but, yet, accepting my faith.
Excuse me, son, a mid-aged man poked me.
Just a sec -- These incompetent bastards, now I'll have to wait on the terminal
for two goddamn hours till the next bus comes and--
Fancy a ride? I lost the bus as well, my son is
coming to pick me up, the same man interrupted me again.
Oh, what a
dare by destiny. A total stranger, all the way from that piece of messy hell of
the big city, offers me a ride, out of sudden kindness and helpfulness.
Reckless as
one can be, I just grabbed the chance, unaware - or too exhausted to even think
- of all the hazards involved.
The
gentleness, however, was genuine, and I was left home.
In a
high-standard district of the city, I met again with a beloved portion of my
family, but only for so long.
I was being
welcome to the best of the inner state, just a whisper away from the
metropolitan box.
And there I
headed to.
The skyscrapers
were the gates to that nearly unknown land.
The night
lights, jam-packed traffic and cultural exuberance pouring out from every
corner, every alley, served as the demonstration of what was to be found just
by digging to the very surface of it all.
Nothing is
what it seems, as the metropolitan arms pull you into the metrobox.
The
metrobox is a perfect-square zone in the city where all the wonders belong and
fly around in freedom. Where techno meets guitars. Where guitar meets northern
drums. Where northern drums meet techno. Where it all blends into art.
State-of-the-art.
And I, this
little southern boys with dreams bigger than oneself, stood still,
contemplating in a major state wonder, while trying and pull out a blasé look, so
as to seem familiar with all of that.
Flashing
lights. At that point, nothing was new – or was it mind, too restrained to that
little frame to understand such greatness?
Tripping
the light fantastic, the anthem of that night was shout in full voice.
All I want is something new – alone on the dancefloor, rocking
myself to the beat – I just wanna dance.
I ownz it.
On the
following day, everything felt easy and smooth. Somehow, the world felt small
and gentle and no hazards appeared too frightening or impossible.
Except for
my hands, so tied, and my heart, so attached.
I could not
move, no matter how loud were the gasps from the metro square.
I had placed
myself very distant from the eccentric art of love; the artist in me, however,
is not too obeying at times.
And in a attempt to briefly move away from the shadow of the tallest skyscraper – tall enough to
make me company that far – I had the confirmation: this is it.
When it seemed unlikely, I learnt where I belong. And for the first time, the negative reaction made me comfortable
and thankful.
Upon
leaving the metro box, and giving a heartfelt hug to the uncannily caring host
that made me company throughout the last few days, my heart was filled up with
blissful thankfulness for all I had walked and the goals I had reached – all,
now I know, belonging to my very undergrounds only.
On a trip
to the smaller, but yet so beloved township of Florence, where one's flowers
bloom, and the impossible becomes possible.
And that
was where, indeed, a past impossibility, that has long been solidified into the
world of my adulthood, suddenly became reality, with a tragically ill-suited
timing. A very belated reality.
How can I not think of it? – I mentally replied, whilst trying
to contain all the erupting feelings in my head and the doubts of what would be
the outcome of when I eventually faced the truth.
Time,
however, patched the bruises and turned felonies into misdemeanours.
My charges
were eventually lifted.
And as the
sun set, I reached the infinite greenness of homeland.
After Victories, Boxes, Flowers and faux approaches of the utopia of Vinovia, there were the bubbling emotions of another doses of life coming to an end.
Finally back to my
everyday life, where I can rest and (hopefully) get prepared for what was yet
to come.
And as only
a fake sign of victory (no capitals, you may notice) was announced, more attention to my plans is needed.
And so it
goes.
Thanks for making me
company thus far, dear reader.
X
