Mardi 10 novembre 2009
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/2009
02:46
Sometimes i wish people would wake up and Smell The Roses
Somebody once said "those who feel it know it"
Somehow on this new world order something old is lost
But at what cost, at what cost?
I wish people would wake up and Smell The Roses
Somebody once said "Those who feel it, they know it"
"Those who feel it, they know it"
Somehow on this new world order something old is lost
But at what cost, at what cost?
The people, they don't know They don't know who they are
I don't understand it
The people, they don't know who they are And I don't understand it
As I stand accused, who cares if Jesus was black or white?
Or if the world was created in seven days or seven nights?
I don't give a red, white or blue freak, do you?
Who cares if the melanine of the first person to fall down in front of the first brick that was thrown to fulfill the American cream-dream was dark in hue, or hueless?
I don't give a red, white or blue freak, do you?
It doesn't pay the taxes or the rent, doesn't make up for time spent Doing life, bowing and scraping to live in a box, to live in this land, I don't understand I don't understand it
The people they don't know who they are I don't understand it
The people they don't know who they are And I don't, I don't understand it
I wish people would wake up and Smell The Roses
Paroles Zenzile Smell The Roses
I am in bolivia since 48 hours,... after a lot of
transport, and all the problems we had on the train I felt so tired but still ok. Now I am stuck here in Santa cruz waiting to have my credit card back from the bank. I had a few
problems in the last 2 weeks and I discover that my card status was " lost or stolen "... and the worse is that this bolivian bank want to send it back to
france,... Our system is so great,... even if I told them that I am going to run out off money and that I can use it (with my passeport )to have some,... this is the
procedure. I try to call my bank, and visa internationnal,... every single call gave me a another machine, ... press 1
yourself ! Even my parent´s answering maching as been caught by the nationnal phone company unfree services. If i get stolen on my account in
brasil, if I end up with hunger, every single security system on the credit card company just piss me off, they are all wrong, unsafe,... and I have to pay nearly 10 euro every single month for
this plastic card to get MY MONEY!
I bought a ticket for Sao paulo,
.... 60 hours drive to brazil,... to meet a friend,... to share a couple of drink with Benji. It is nice to have a travel plan, it is even better to change it. I might go back to buenos aires
later, in july. I will leave Valparaiso on monday to stay a few nights ( and days) in Santiago. I have meet Carolina, a old friend of Mathieu, who was living around here 4 years ago. Mathieu and
Benji are two long term friends, and I don't have many. Travel make you have a strange relation with others, I know a lot of places, a lot of people, I know and I don't. I am becoming a
ghost in friendship, ... a ghost in love,... in the place I am been living too. A lot of people I know are no more than contacts on my e-mail adress, who have been friend for a day, a
night,... a month, a place. Relationships and travels are a extra work when time comes to keep everything together,... in time. And for this the use of internet is becoming important,..."my
on-line family". Guillermo is a guy I met in a roman bar " freni e frizzioni" last august. We should meet again in Sao paulo next month,...He is one of many,... friend or traveler tip,...future
will tell. we had a nice evening when we met,... I remember because my brother Thomas was there,... and we where both surprise to know a fan of asterix from brazil. The only french word he knew
was " Sanglier", Asterix and Obelix 's favorite dish (with roman soldiers). Those roman apperitivo were always full of surprises because every single person was there to have a buffet dinner
for the price of a drink, ...ship and crowded.
Well,... I am in the
newspaper, again,...What a trip!
Rainy days,... grey colors and a particular
smeel of the sea witch remind me home. This place is a kind of bretagne,...on a island! I am staying in a hostal of Castro the main city of the place. Here there is no way to
avoid seafood, seashell, patatoes, and the main production of the island,... salmons. Two divers from the "salmonera", actually stay in the hostel as well,... so I don't even have to go to the
restaurant. The sad weather allows me to spend more time on a cumputer,... so I just eat, sleep and take a few shots. Then, from tomorow, I will come back to the civilisation, with
bigger cities, and even reel streets,... Puerto montt,...Osorno,... Valdivia,... Temuco,... and then the unfamous and expected
Santiago (where I will maybe stay around two weeks)
Taking people portrait is a real pleasure, ...more than choosing who,...you have to show the
right angle and instant that will define him ( her) as you saw in his (her) deep open eyes.
Eyes reading is a code, a
language,... no way of teaching, everybody have to learn about it on his own. In a instant you know if you'll trust or not,... in a instant you judge, you classified,.. and there is nothing that
we could do about it,... your instinct is handing you.
