a month. City I is known as the rebellion of my hair and, at times, I am so new, so immediate, so unattainable.
City became my daily companion, is partaker of my secrets, my laughter and occasional tears, my dreams and disappointments.
I know. I can not hide anything: sometimes die of jealousy at seeing that there is another in my mind and in my gut. I've never lied, I always knew from the time the road went a month ago. I went with the dawn: the trees hid me the great city that was slowly opening up before me, showing me their arms, welcomed and greeted back.
knew that one day You promised it would come back three years ago , whispered to me and I left shelter.
Today, that complicity remains, as if the city were my lover and I hide the other does not see I'm falling, which I had fallen long ago.
Sometimes I find watching through a passerby or a user of a meter; the Coyoacan discover wishing me luck and telling me words of encouragement that occupied: everything that happens in the mind is embodied, have a very strong vibration and you will achieve everything that you propose. Here are the three snakes Mexica representing infinity and the materialization of thought you accompany the time you decide to be in town.
filled eyes. The eyes pop. And not afraid of not getting what I want. Now is the fear of my desires and the realization of them. The City is right. Now I am more secure than a month ago. Every day, the fascination becomes part of my existence, as if I had created the miracle. As if we were part of a whole. I am not separate. I, is it you. Part of the same universe.
The city again let me fall back. I hope that at the end of his welcoming arms are empty, making visible what was hidden from me.
