MY AWAKENING
Miguel José Carbajosa Gómez

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MY AWAKENING - 17.7.2008

I open the suitcase and see the space I have to fill, let the mind begins to recall everything that has to complete the fixtures which will travel next to my body to relax the ties that bind me to work every day in remembrance a time when my mind goes into those new landscapes.

I list everything that I needed, took the role to target each of the utensils that I did not forget and which will require that these days you leave without awakening daily, and the words become a hole to exit on the cover of that papelillos that sticks on the wall for not forgetting anything.

The toothbrush and soap contained early so that my body is clean in every meditation, sweats after those who have to clean the pores of skin filled with dirt from those memories that will evaporate by either side to make the necessary gap a new experience.

The comfortable shoes and a light clothes, a cloth that we must take care not to wrinkle manche those who already are stretching, those moments in which the skin seemed to stop tightening force that is now complete way forward for roads filled with vines and brush with skewers those added in each thought that I would not now.

The underwear to let the soul can be naked in front of me, so that those thoughts that do not have to reach to stay outside and can be plugged places where the mind can entertain with games now do not expect any call.

Some notebooks to leave written in the solitude of a single room supplement not finished listening to one voice speaking to me many times and not hear, and now is emerging slowly leaving in these lines from a script the joyful simplicity of some thoughts that arise from the depth of my small temple.

Everything is crossed out when reviewing the list, when the ingredients have been added to this dish presented as a suitcase, travel companion of so many dreams of each route, the roads which cross infinite those that are filled in by new pieces of land, for new cities, in other seas, over water and sand in the form of continents.

Together we caught by the hand after that list, which always leave those roles that kept me in any ballot to help complete the company that is part of those photos on the albun of those trips that I have travelled in the face of a land that I wrapped in the roundness of those roads that are my own experience.
Miguel José

Publicado por Miguel José el 17 de Julio, 2008, 7:46 ~ Comentar | Referencias (0)

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