Sunday, June 19, 2011
Juventud
I grow younger, I gain juventud, when I believe in something that I did not believe in before. A wisdom; magic; a red neck bmxer front flipping over a guy pounding beer through a funnel because that guy is being fed the beer through a tube by a guy dressed as the cookie monster. The rain is different for me now, like it was a year ago. Rhythm means something new. Rain sounds like wetness. The adventure is inside your head.
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Youth: that play, the chase of spontaneity, lifts the spirit. No death to fear when youth is gone.
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