.... the countdown begins.
quarter of a century is not much, but even short lived
intensely, always looking for myself, my deepest self, truth, all the world .... and sometimes the opposite.
I stopped a little in recent years
perhaps too little now that the countdown is about to end
I think, I reflect on what I did, experienced, heard, seen, heard, felt and loved over the years. ... there is some regret, some rebuke, reflection, resentment and fear alone.
but Haim, maybe not just another quarter of a century to leave the street
in recent years often have lied out of fear or maybe just to hide, but whenever I wore a mask was real, true, true ... maybe sometimes so much that it seems cruel and cynical.
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