{like a tattoo}

{like a tattoo} – [I was born: I grew up: I raised children and grandchildren: I lived and live in a place where time is another time; another dimension; a time that is more peaceful, like the dairy cows that lie down motionless and sleepy in the pasture at night: they stay there, quietly and slowly ruminating all night; on nights of pitch-dark darkness it is only known that they are there through the feeling of their warmth, their smell; through the little noise their teeths make when they chew; nor do their usual mooing be heard; my feelings do not fit the description in words; I am not good with words; I like them but I don’t even know if they exist to describe it in a way that the other feels them as they really are; I am only good with the feeling of feelings; those who have already felt them, those who have already lived them have stuck them deep in their skin: like a stain: like a sticky sap of a jackfruit tree: like a tattoo: they leave with us when we go to another world]

{paths & dreams}

[to find out what the path is like, if there are many stones that make it difficult for you to walk, if there are crossroads or junctions, you must cover it all the way; one can stop, rest and even momentarily take a branch; but if one wants to know the path initially taken, it is necessary to return to it and travel it along its entire length; only then will the path be revealed; and so it will be able to present you with pleasant surprises; dream your dreams and not someone else’s; never give up on your dreams; they are the paths that must be taken in life]