Starting Running Period

When you dream something, you just met. Later or sooner, but it is true.
And not a matter of awakening admiration, or garner respect, and to collect experiences or feelings.
Rather it is a question of wanting, not to see what they do not fly. Approach and reasoning. Assume the certainty of the limited, ephemeral and ephemeral as that seems the long-lived through life short.
not travel out of boredom or for pleasure, or curiosity, or for tourism.
I travel not to die old. For when I am away, know that I like in life. Know that I love and who hate. Who are my friends and those without. And because there are far, I have not nearby.
I travel to and return back to love again. Back to continue hating, want to return back to my family, my friends ... And when I return, I hope to forget what I have to travel again.
is that the everyday brutality of the executioner of my soul, my soul, my faith, my hope. Can not find them in the everyday.
not travel on the same dates, or places them all because they do not want to turn the beautiful and unique in daily communications. And I like añorarte
in Paris, or try to commit suicide in Prague, cursing in Mexico between spirits and rancheras, the moon crush me in Lisbon ... I look and I decline, past glory, any past ...
I do not care neither new nor modern. I feel empty of soul and passion, and never get burn your retinas.
understand life as a fado, a solea, maybe three steps lower than the rest.
I do not care or relax or rest. I hate and curse the existence of resorts and spas. I prefer beauty massage and printing.
prefer to leave drops of fatigue my life, through the streets of the places that I'll see when you are ready to leave this world.
I travel to see everything, because sooner or later I will not see anything. I travel because
Viad is a journey and still choose my destinations.
And the last trip which awaits us all, may be anywhere.

STILL MY DESTINATION. 16/11/2010
Moruno
José Luis Vázquez.