I walk...I think...I remake...I survive...in the review of my life's achievements.I just arrived from the other side of the ocean, where I saw a picture of you...thousands and thousands of miles away from our home... I saw someone that shared the same blood, the same ideas the same veins that we do, and I realize that that's life... that's our legacy, to overcome time and pain with children, culture, family values and history, to face our greatest pain by surviving, to accept life as it is and not as it should be.
So I continue to walk but now faster, and my breathing starts to accelerate as I recall my old life in a fast flashback, seeing you, seeing us and seeing my always/new family... and trying to understand some meaning in this meaningless fill of emotions and feelings...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh forget it now... fight it inside or I'll go crazy... I start to run and smiling...an insane smile...and my blood starts to be pumped all over my body...I'm in the wrong part of the country..but my northen heart starts to cry out my culture, my origins,...celtic, danish, viking, roman, asturian, warrior, "nortenho" as they call it...it brings me pain as strenght again, and speed to my running... I run, I run, I run... by the lake towards nowhere, towards everywhere... I run until I got no more strenght to run...
So I cry, I scream into the lake as I kneel.... tired but relieved...I look into the skies and into the unseeing Gods... and I get back on my feet, grab on to my family, my blood and my roots and I go into my home, into my bath...to recover again of yet another bleeding of pain...feeling of loss...believing tomorrow someone will do the same for me...
Macedo yeasterday, today, tomorrow... forever...
