hola!
wonder working up on Monday ahead of national holiday
(did two hundred years are what, "independence, dependence, failure?)
and feel that heaviness dominguera party product that lasted nearly 13 hours.
yes, I too am surprised there's been so long.
mainly because I lost track of it after noon and I am only interested
reset the time when the sun was leaving behind the ancient buildings
front.
Saturday to remember the nine o'clock, almost at the same time came
F. accompanied by J. and A. those who went to collect the terminal
and my dealer (a blonde hippie lush and maintaining custody of her boyfriend)
gave me at the door of my house,
a small plastic bag with a pair of colored paper in interior.
admit that I had to hold my primary drive to open the packet and swallow one of those slips
which give happiness (or substitute very close to it), but I knew beforehand that there was insufficient time to enjoy that night
full of all those feelings. was approaching midnight on Saturday and what were the wines we were happy, good music and conversation flowing smoothly and peacefully.
woke the next morning without a hangover (amazingly) and the mood really well prepared for what was coming. I was worried something
intensity and duration, I thought I would feel stifled within the walls of my room and thought take my friends to a nearby park to enjoy our craving for the green open spaces of the savannah cundiboyecense surviving despite the inexorable advance concrete. But none of this would happen - and what better way was not the case, as the mood became relaxing in the apartment with wine, peanuts, raisins, citrus fruits and much, much jazz.
I knew the good musical tastes F. and even more so when it came renewed Manizales Jazz Camp which acted as translator for the guest musicians and learned a lot. A. was like our guardian angel, because once the ritual cutting, eating and waiting for you in the middle of the piece of paper impregnated wet mouth to get rid, and the first signs of the beginning of the flight, it was decided unanimously not to go to outside world (the way it was used and expanded, and your awareness of being, as your ability to remember, to understand, to feel what I want to express the other, so the incessant roar Bacatá overwhelmed too). Jazz was enveloping us and cigarettes happened because there is nothing better than a cigarette to calm the anxiety pre trip, and because the flight is the best way you have to keep your hands busy.
who have experimented with LSD and the Xiloxibes know that this is similar but not identical experiences, fungi can be much more intense and the journey for some may become unbearable if you are not good about yourself, your psyche or if you "lines" with something, or if the visions are not what you expected them to be. The thing with LSD is softer, more livable, more relaxed, happier (not to say that mushrooms are not for me, are even more mystical, there is a connection with Mother Earth that is experienced in every pore, every corner of your body, every bone, nails, hair, senses and that is a thousand times better to eat them or take them into the countryside, in the "mountain", surrounded by friends who love you and care for you and vice versa) are more for a dance or a music session, as Moby's touch or Stereo Total, in which the dose was accurate and the most opportune time and then all was happiness for some time.
From all that we talk and laugh all we certainly will discuss in another post, perhaps several, and I hope be written as free time permits me as well as awaken memories of the sweet sleep of the surf, and of course also because I hope to read soon post F. in his blog. to make a kind of "give and take" which achieved fleeting moments of rescuing the spiritual and mental clarity in which we discovered how close we all were and how attuned we kept the bond of our friendship.
The night took Bacatá Sunday parade characters are happening out the window like a boring documentary of a university sociology equis. cold and hungry we took to the streets again, longed for a park, but we had coffee gans and chicken broth. Once satisfied, we returned to finish what was left of energy, escansiamos more wine and finally we engage in our sweet dreams of acid jazz.
Rolandia Bacatá written on the 19th day of the month July 2010 the era of Lord
ie 2 days of Stateless months of the year was zero leogressiana.
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