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India’s been a rollercoster so far. Since crossing the border and getting scammed right away. Wonderful and charming beyond comprehension though. It’s like when you sit on your bed with a cuppa eating spoon fulls of peanut butter out of the jar until most of it is gone. You know it’s gonna fuck your stomach, but you can’t stop dipping the spoon for one more load. You love it. From the harming thickness to its rotting sweetness.
India feels the same, a punch in the stomach, accompained by teeth rotting chamr and eye watering colours. It fucks your stomach too.
Big time.
A constant wave yo think you can surf for as long as you are on top of it. Then the wind changes ever so slightly and it wobbles you, it tosses you around, somersaults down below, salty water irrigation up your nose till your brain stings. It spits you out to the shore knownig you won’t take a minute before you are launching back on to it again.
Everything is possible, that’s for sure. May be not always available; and never ever on time.
It gives me the feeling of having awakened from a long long sleep. It is bringing back to life every dormant cell in my spirit.
A subtle awareness that overflowing with life oxigen bring you to the edge of your seat.
India ha sido una montanha rusa hasta ahora. Desde que puse pie en el pais y el timo violento y con fuertes confrontaciones me dio la bienvenida por la manhana. Encantadora de alguna manera incomprensible. Es como cuando te sientas en la cama con una taza de te y el bote de manteca de cacahuete a comertela a cucharadas hasta casi terminartela enetra. Sabes que te va a pegar un punho al estomago, pero no puedes parar de seguir cogiendo una cucharada mas detras de otra. Te encanta. Desde el grosor temerario de la misma hasta la dulzura envenenante.
India se siente igual; ese punhetazo en el estomago, acompanhado de encanto que pudre los dientes y colores que pican en los ojos con estimulo. Y te jode el estomago .
Big time.
Una ola larga que creer poder surfear mientras que fluyes en lo alto. Luego el viento a penas parece cambiar y te tambalea, te centrifuga en el agua hasta que el cerebro te escuece. Te escupe a la orilla sbiendo que no vas a tardar ni un minuto en volver a lanzarte adentro de nuevo.
Todo es posible, de seguro; a lo mejor no siempre disponible; y por seguro, nunca nunca a tiempo.
Me produce la sensacion de haberme despertado de un largo suenho.

Posted by Irati 14:41

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Lovely - a beautiful note - look forward to the rest. I escaped with a relatively fine stomach, but the eyes were enver the same.

Oooh - I've moved to a new home: http://diaryofanunbornwriter.wordpress.com. see you there!


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