If you know me you will know (and if you are in it, I will tell you) that I quite manage my moods and vital mantras with song lyrics. It's something I'm not looking for, it just happens. I wake up one morning and a phrase from a song resonates more than another. It is repeated, like a mantra. Because it defines just that state of mind at that exact moment.
They are almost always songs that I listen to a lot, but not always: just before leaving I was talking about “Paraísos perdidos” of Iván Ferreiro and how he was accompanying me to revisit monsters from the past. Before that, I also commented that I am an orchestra woman and in my head only the canción de Bert.
And this is only since I write these letters, but it is neither new nor does it surprise me
But it also happened when I was as lost as an octopus in a garage doing my Final Degree Project and the good days were days of Mr. Brightside and the bad ones sank me in the mud at the rate of Youth.
And right now my internal soundtrack is exactly the same as me: landing.
A few weeks ago I returned from travel. From "the trip". And since then I can't stop thinking about “Same place, different place” by Vetusta Morla. It's hard for me to go back,meet and continue as if nothing had happened after the trip.
I feel that many things have changed, that I have done infinite things. But I haven't told anything. Because I haven't assimilated anything.
I have made very strange decisions for the Irene of February, but vital for the one of May-June. To speak, to say, to do and to undo. to the rhythm of tristeliz.
And I haven't even had time to analyze it
It's hard for me to write these letters again, because I don't know if I'll be up to it again
We read soon. Thanks for going to the other side.
