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Published: November 19th 2012
The sentiment of mercy is the natural recoil which the laws of the universe provide to protect mankind from destruction by savage passions.
I was standing there, in front of my life a glass of whiskey in one hand, not knowing what to write and where to start. I had been exactly in the same position for the best of the last four months. Standing over a book which barely had half a page left in it; trying to write something that would make people react ... But I had no clue. After all this time on the road telling people it was what we were made to do, telling people I couldn't imagine myself not moving every day... That there was image of the wild world popping in my head every time I was closing my eyes. Was I right? Was I just running away from what the society have been calling the real life? Have I just been scare of what was ahead, frighten by the concerns and the routine of the day to day life? So there I was, drinking another glass and throwing my book away to the sound of a familiar song.
It's empty in the valley of your heart The sun, it rises slowly as you walk Away from
all the fears And all the faults you've left behind The harvest left no food for you to eat You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see But I have seen the same I know the shame in your defeat
I had been taking shelter in my dreams. Looking for the buildings and rock formations that have been standing in this wild world for longer that our mind can go back. Looking at them with this sentiment of mercy deep inside us all, seeking an answer. Now, should I run back home and start a family and try to convince myself that by giving life I am building my own dynasty. They should care for me and I will be remembered at end. Or, am I just too drunk again tonight and should go to bed without doing something too silly. Tomorrow, I will again wake up happy to the sound of the sea. I will be looking around me and all I would see is happiness by this gorgeous coast. And, the people will walk around, kids will sing and I'd be sitting at the same place this time tomorrow, no
pain, but people around to share a smile. it came to the end it seems you had heard. as we walked the city streets, you never said a word. when we finally sat down your eyes were full of spite. i was desperate, i was weak i could not put up a fight. where are you now? where are you now? do you ever think of me in the quiet, in the crowd?
and i hear of your coming and your going in the town.
i hear stories of your smile,
i hear stories of your frown.
and the darkness can descend,
we can relish all the pain.
but i know that’s what you love,
cause you know i love the same.
Ireland my beautiful, I will always have you with me. Hoping you always have something special for me.
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