Walkin´ on sunshine
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Light and Shadow are, sometimes, the two blades of the same knife , to me.
And, I´ll never choose because I don´t really like either of them. I could´t live always under one or another. Like everyone, I supposse. But it surprises me to see how much can I detest or love one of them at a time.
Recently I walk on sunshine even when I can´t see the light.
There is this persistent memory. A sight, a hard one. How did he walked away from me when I feared it so much. When I asked him to. When I said I´d to leave.
No tears this time, no regrets this time, but absolutely no joy or rest.
Openning a crack just to fall myself. Falling to go up.
Slowly, injured, but alive.
Why to do that to yourself, if you don´t want to suffer? Just to remain sane.
Going the hard way is not always the most pleasant, usually the less, but sometimes it´s the only way and... you must pray to see it that way.
I just realized. Where my place is. What are my real tastes.
Is it Asia because is exotic, because it´s different? Why not be a total freak, then, and just adore everything that comes from there like a totem and almost found a new religion about specific tastes?
Why not be racist with your own race? Why not feel your culture is the one and only in the whole world? And the rest it´s just weird and foreign , or just fantastic because it´s not yours?
Iam no extremist. So why?
Which one is my faction, cause I can be quite passionate about it.
I think I understand now, thinking about cakes.
I don´t like cakes. I never did. I never ate them not even in my own birthdays. I don´t specially like chocolate. But sure I always hated cakes.
But.
I do love them as they bake them in Japan and Korea, for instance.
But I don´t like Japanese sweets or Korean sweet which I don´t even tried.
I just like "foreign" cakes in Asian countries.
I wonder why is that. I like the way they make our cakes.
I hated them here because they taste sickly sweet. But not there, they are spongy and not so sweet. And I am crazy about them as they bake them there.
Why going to the opposite part of the world just to ate cake, when you can eat it here, the original recipe. The best traditional pastisiers.
Does it sound absurd? Maybe. But it´s full of meaning to me. And I really can´t eat cakes here, and I really eat a ridiculous amount of cake in Japan.
You can say I love just a different way of doing or seeing things?
That´s what I think myself. I love different ways to see a same think, to do the same thing.
What is that called? What kind of person that makes me?
Somebody tell me, because I were waiting to know that my whole life.
Tonight someone found interesting the fact Iam writing this, for nobody to see. Nobody to read.
That´s how I like it. Re-reading for me, the facts and dates of my own feelings. Feelings so hard to pull out.
So simple and silly feelings and thoughts. These kind of things I have inside.
What does that makes me?
And, I´ll never choose because I don´t really like either of them. I could´t live always under one or another. Like everyone, I supposse. But it surprises me to see how much can I detest or love one of them at a time.
Recently I walk on sunshine even when I can´t see the light.
There is this persistent memory. A sight, a hard one. How did he walked away from me when I feared it so much. When I asked him to. When I said I´d to leave.
No tears this time, no regrets this time, but absolutely no joy or rest.
Openning a crack just to fall myself. Falling to go up.
Slowly, injured, but alive.
Why to do that to yourself, if you don´t want to suffer? Just to remain sane.
Going the hard way is not always the most pleasant, usually the less, but sometimes it´s the only way and... you must pray to see it that way.
I just realized. Where my place is. What are my real tastes.
Is it Asia because is exotic, because it´s different? Why not be a total freak, then, and just adore everything that comes from there like a totem and almost found a new religion about specific tastes?
Why not be racist with your own race? Why not feel your culture is the one and only in the whole world? And the rest it´s just weird and foreign , or just fantastic because it´s not yours?
Iam no extremist. So why?
Which one is my faction, cause I can be quite passionate about it.
I think I understand now, thinking about cakes.
I don´t like cakes. I never did. I never ate them not even in my own birthdays. I don´t specially like chocolate. But sure I always hated cakes.
But.
I do love them as they bake them in Japan and Korea, for instance.
But I don´t like Japanese sweets or Korean sweet which I don´t even tried.
I just like "foreign" cakes in Asian countries.
I wonder why is that. I like the way they make our cakes.
I hated them here because they taste sickly sweet. But not there, they are spongy and not so sweet. And I am crazy about them as they bake them there.
Why going to the opposite part of the world just to ate cake, when you can eat it here, the original recipe. The best traditional pastisiers.
Does it sound absurd? Maybe. But it´s full of meaning to me. And I really can´t eat cakes here, and I really eat a ridiculous amount of cake in Japan.
You can say I love just a different way of doing or seeing things?
That´s what I think myself. I love different ways to see a same think, to do the same thing.
What is that called? What kind of person that makes me?
Somebody tell me, because I were waiting to know that my whole life.
Tonight someone found interesting the fact Iam writing this, for nobody to see. Nobody to read.
That´s how I like it. Re-reading for me, the facts and dates of my own feelings. Feelings so hard to pull out.
So simple and silly feelings and thoughts. These kind of things I have inside.
What does that makes me?
