THE MAYA WORLD
THE MAYA´S WORLD.
It seems very far to me while I was pedaling near the high volcanoes, not far from the lovely tales; almost all of them talk about love and pain…two words that seams in our days are meant to be always together.
Also far, are those dislocating smiles of those kids that are fighting to find a place in those tracks full of injustices of this life?
And leaving the wonderful surroundings of the majestic Orizaba volcano(that in fact, clouds didn´t allow me to see it), I’ve entered in Tabasco´s estate, this ones I will never forget, because the hit and humidity whip me strongly, as well the famous sauce does.
This past year, I have seen lots of illusions, dreams, passing through, I’ve seen how complicated it´s to understand friendship, in all this time, I had the chance to meet lots of people, I’ve passed by people´s that look at you through the corner of their eyes, others made me feel uncomfortable, a real strange in their own country, but also I had those crossed looks that put you so close from a possible friendship, but in this time I’ve also seen disappearing like the smoke disappears with the wind some people that assured me faith friendship, what a hypocrisy!
The Maya´s world, this place where the traditions, colors, food and their people´s seemed to me very different from the other parts of Mexico that I’ve already been before, just different, not better, not worst, but on my way to see it mucho more poor, much more suffered, and I have this sensation that my pupils crystalize in each ones of the images that comes and goes.
The Maya´s gods maybe protect me, but looks like they can’t to decode about all this injustices, I even think that this high humidity isn´t fair, but it´s the same ones that makes this scenario looks like a green carpet full of hope, and with all the water gives plenty of life at every stroke of pedals that a make.
I am feeling so tired of this injustice, but also tired of all the fake friendship, and I do realize that in the end of the day we all alone, it´s true that we have friends, that we love them, we miss them, we wait for them with faithful, because this is how we feel, even though we do feel the danger of losing them one day.
Sometimes I wonder if the same perception of danger in any case could be that distressing. Well I really don’t know.
Maybe this danger it´s the price to pay for the traveller be able to get till the pleasure of realizing what really he´s living, the fidelity in this trip of our own life´s…
Sometimes in this Maya´s world, I feel that I am at the ends of the world, waiting for the last hug in one night of memories.
Lately I don’t sleep very well, I am awaking with the yearn of those past days when we were walking happily up there in the castle…and with the silence, and the hypocrisy of believing what we really want to believe, just because this is how we feel, the only thing that makes me happy it´s to put in our mouth new words to define the love, this ones, the real ones, if it does really exist?
So here I am, far from the tales, far from the volcanoes, and far, too far from those that I love, the same ones that very often don’t understand that a simple and little message in the air could build another important pillar that holds my passion, only those, the real ones , and the love that I do feel for you, make it worth it to feel in life, to feel alone, sad, knowing that there´s only one real truth, and for those that don’t say anything, years and oblivion start to seam blurred to me, even though I’d love to have the knowledge of the old sailor, or the veteran of thousands trips or sad wars, but I guess this I will have to leave in the hands of the Maya´s gods, here in their world, the friendship, “between the visible and the invisible”
Tomorrow´s if everything goes well, and the rain allow me I’ll be arriving for the first time since I am in Mexico to the Caribbean sea, a magic place for some, a touristic trap for others, and a door to survive for others, for me… one long waiting year, a dream, an illusion, another step to what I really feel, even though the fear it´s there, I do hope that the Maya´s gods protect me…
I only have left to believe in the truth, and my truth even if sometimes my bad written words look like they spit sadness is not like this, I am happy, extremely happy to be able to accept what I am feeling, able to have been doing something that makes sense of my life. Although I do understand that some of you would like that my words talk about adventures, but is not like this, my adventure it´s just to accept that my life it´s my own life, and my compromise it´s only to be able to be a little better every day, and keep following the way of my feelings, this is why I do have to be grateful to all of you that still here next to me, those that love me like I am, accepting that even in the friendship everything it´s possible .
The Maya’s world, gods are still here even with this terrible humidity, can’t believe it…
A humid and salad breeze arrives to me from the Caribbean Sea, that place where very soon I am sure a new door will open for me in my life, I just hope I’ll do it wide.
I am always wondering if my entire past journey was for learning to be a bit better? But I do realize that if I don’t take any risk, it will be like kissing a ghost, like listening that battle inside me, and I will lie myself if I say that I am not happy, the Maya´s gods know it while they see me passing through…
Waves come and go, they do it with a lovely beauty, playing with the sand, and waves come and go…from the fear to the consolation.
THE MAYA´S WORLD.
THE GOOD TRAVELER HAS NO PLANS, NO HURRY TO GET THERE.
HEALTH AND GOOD JOURNEY, NANDO.