Chapter II: the adventure begins
This post starts from the end.
Something like the last goodbye or a retirement. A temporary leave. The story is and will be. This post could be the farewell to the past. A new opening phrase. A wrinkle marking an hidden painting, while Jose Arcadio comes from the forest. The breath relaxes, a footnote of history, the plot get more difficult. The refusal to live happily ever after. It's time to live, to take leave of your senses, to embrace the consciousness. To turn the page, to plunge breathless and to take breath. The Orient Express left Zima station while the seemingly harmless warrior indicates the way. From here it was history, from here it will be a new page, a break, a half sheet of yellow paper. It's tomorrow Charlie Brown. The radio speaks to those who wanna listen. There's no more need to please, it's only the beginning of a chapter. The first of the last. The end of a glorious beginning, the beginning of a normal glory, made of sacrifice and guns in our hands.
We'll try to born as a plant in the asphalt, with determination through the gray, just to enjoy the scene from a better point of view.
Many people help us, you'll know them a bit 'at a time, and I promise you'll not appreciate them.
Chapter Two begins.