Epiphany on the road

Like every day when I’m all alone and almost unknown in a “terra firma”, when the road is  my one and only true companion, I saunter through colorful streets to gaze upon faces, some of them are as banal as winter to the point that they become hardly-noticeable, and some are quietly the opposite in every extraordinary aspect.

He, an old man in his late 60’s, was one of those unforgettable faces. He was standing there on the edge of a bridge cradling the horizon with his eyes, wearing pride, history, and a heavy winter “Manteau”, staring far away with persistence as if he was preparing to call upon lost souls or welcoming memories of the past as if they were old friends. His facial expressions have got that thing that awakes a sleeping sensation in you, to leave you there jaw-dropped with a scar-deep like memory.

Something strange made me step into his head to see what he was seeing.
It was like a Hollywood movie, as we both shared the same view tunnel within our heads, erasing new architecture, constructing an old one instead, drawing people with smiles on their faces and finishing up by coloring the sky to our liking.
For that we both smiled at the same time to the perfect image, and the perfect memory.
Was he a man that sold the world just like me? Could he be me in 25 years from now? or could me be him from the past? … I don’t know.


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  1. Cute NK2, on April 18, 2010 at 7:20 PM said:

    I shared the old architecture with you both ....
    Love this :)

  2. Juxtaposer, on April 18, 2010 at 10:26 PM said:

    Glad you did , thank You

  3. lama, on September 13, 2010 at 12:26 PM said:

    we do have something incommon after all, i just LOVE to just sit there and watch people act, and interact ... trying to figur out why they r doing or saying what they do .... never judging or categorizing, only analyzing ... and storing

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