Once again I’m here. After weeks of solitude and weakness. Cause I should be brave again, but It takes some time.
I still here, perhaps not as usual, but I’m here again and again. Thinking about you. But the distance, that damn distance is cold as ice.
I won’t your silence anymore, cause I spend my time thinking that you’re better, that you are playing, or recording your melodies and your beautiful stories with music.
Now you have a new life, in many ways. I’m not sure if is better or worse (I hope better) but at last you’ve found how special you are. And you didn’t need stones for keep safe your heritage cause now they know your name.
And by my side, everything is ok. Did I tell you about my blue tree, or about the new colors on the wall, or about myself?
No, I didn’t cause I was livin’ in a bubble surface, out of this world that doesn’t belongs to me.
Even if the sun is shining in my life, after the storm that almost finished with me, sometimes I regret, I spend my time underground, crawling in mi mind’s mud.
And in the middle of the darkness is always present the light of those days about “La sonrisa” and the crazy barks that I recorded for you. Do you remember that?
But now, I know that things will never be the same twice, cause as you said: The only permanent this is the change.
And precisely, today I found some old texts that I wrote for you long time ago. That gives me hope that all is all right for you. Cause the wind is still blowing, and both of us keep walking in Nowhere, as usual.
As always I wish you the best, my dear friend.