Reading Day 5
FlâneurSF #poem, #escapism, #slanderer, #walk, #freedom
The stroller, the longer, the saunterer, the loafer. A man, with the ability to walk detached from society. With his only purpose of being an acute observer of industrialized contemporary life. But I am a woman. The Passante. And I walk past its meaning. I walk on the road without a course or destiny. I walk on the streets with the aspiration to reach the other side. The other side of sensations. One romantic sentiment that goes through the trees when the breeze shuffles them. Still, careless to what has more value to the world. Life of suffering and struggles. I work for a community that does not even bother to look me in the eyes. I walk and walk past everybody because it does not matter. It is a nice feeling to walk and almost feel like you become one with the air. The air. Something that can lead you to your imposed destiny. Or might deviate you from the road. Some days I return home at dawn to grasp some energy to go again. I put on my clean clothes, and I go again. I go with the breeze. And it feels like I can almost fly. Wherever you want to bring me today, air, I will go with you. It is a life of uncertainty. Not ever knowing where you will end Sometimes I end up in rivers where the wind takes me. I know. I am in love with the breeze. Sometimes the breeze takes me to gatherings. And I observe the stupidity of my people. The laughter of emptiness. But sometimes, I am not able to ease my hunger. But if you want to ask. Sure, the answer will be; NO, NO, NO. I don’t want a job. I want to be at one with nature and one with the breeze.
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