THE COYOTE´S ILUSION
THE COYOTE´S ILUSION
It´s been some days that i have left looking south, the commercial corridor of Mexico, towards the history of this country also towards this hell that sometimes it´s when trucks pass by you, those people´s that doesn’t know about respect against cyclist people´s, but me I say, we can´t lose the illusion isn’t it?
Again those times when life it´s one going and coming, this effort to try to digest all this information, trying to do it without being yourself in the measure of possible, trying to go beyond those obstacles that goodbyes are, and finding a place in this complicated sometimes going and coming.
Those tracks that often look like steeper and steeper trying to still your breath but without getting through because I’ll never lose my illusion.
Now if I could even more, I’ll never allow one more day without telling the people that I love, that I do love them.
But I have to keep going without any fear to discover, enjoy, or share all those wonderful places that one day saw the history of this country being forged ,leaving this print that today´s we all can still see.
Wonderful cities, like, Zacatecas, Guanajuato, San Miguel de Allende, Querétaro, etc. That one day for sure someone’s got lots of money and declared them Human Heritage, what the hell changes this?
Myself in the end of the day, I’ll gave the value of things and places not for their value I do it for what they mean for me, and those places no matter they call them, pretty or not, I still can see the pain on the streets, but again, who am I to talk about?, I am just this wandering spectator that keeps he´s illusion alive, I still understand that happiness is nothing else that being agree with ourselves.
What a chance to be out there, that place where everything that happened makes your life, your days, this rain that brings you back the pleasure of the smell of freshness, that wind that sometimes seems to blow against you but at the same time makes you feel alive, how come to forget those wonderful moments that only happen if you are out there?, far from this castle full of comfort, but at the same time full of passivity, and diary routine.
Today´s I’d love to tell you a lovely story, it´s been exactly 4 month from now that when I have left Hermosillo´s city I passed by a man known here by “The Pilgrim Güero”, he´s one example of real illusion to follow, for more than 21 years he´s moving around Mexico with his bicycle, in that moment I sat with him we chat and as usual we said goodbye to each other.
Four days ago I’ve found him again resting on the road, I didn’t recognize him, but he stared at me and said, what a pleasure seeing you again Nando´s, right now I needed big time the support of somebody like you, ¿why?, he can´t almost walk because an hernia in he’s back, but… he´s one coyote with a huge illusion and here he is with more than 150.000 km on he’s legs.
Another pain, another goodbye, and again I did realize that I really don’t want to live on the top of the mountain, because I only want to enjoy that pleasure that means climbing it.
And this is how I try to be among those days, those dreams, those illusions, and at the same time I fight against the exact repeat days.
When sometimes I do look back, I can see your eyes that feel up mi life of happiness, too much in a short time, and there we were again another goodbye, and in this solitude I only have the life, the wait…
It´s an expensive price to pay for, but life show us how to not be like the bounded birds unable to fly again.
Today´s I saw again the clouds cry, while I try to hide from them, the friendly Mr. Reyes Bautista, allowed me to get into he´s humble house, inviting me to one glass of the sweet pulque, full of joy and many reason to forget the harness of the way, not far from there the impressive mountains like the Popocatepetl and the Iztaccihuatl looked at me like they challenge me, I do accept the challenge!because I keep dreaming every day, I keep trying to be better, and having a real direction in my reality.
I am so close to the top of those mountains, but I won’t stay, I’ll fight, I’ll keep looking south because you look gives me peace, your silence bother me, days passed by, till being month, years, but this is my reality, I am growing every day and I am dying a bit more, but I do it with this passion that you are… my life!
I guess I’ll keep surrounding those lovely mountains, shouting, crying, enjoying, touching the bounds of all those that allow me to help them, and I will keep doing it because if I am taking away the hope, time will still me the illusion.
Coyote´s let always the roadrunner goes away, because the day that you will catch him you´ll lose all your illusion…
The way still there, hard, easy no matter is there because this is what we want to see. Or like Nietzsche said ones, “we have art “so that we shall not be destroyed by the truth.
THE COYOTE´S ILUSION.
IT CAN BE ALL YOU WANT, THER´S ONLY ONE OBSTACLE: YOURSELF
HEALTH AND GOOD JOURNEY, NANDO.