7.6.2015, other side of the globe -35.7/ 174.3, Notebook 6 of 7:
"On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars
Something good will come out of all things yet
And it will be golden and eternal just like that
There’s no need to say another word.- J.Kerouac.
Poetry and songs for breakfast, an angel standing in the garden, a cat sitting in the sun. This can't last forever, and it shouldn't. This moment will flee like all the others, and all what's left will be a tiny memory of Now, and all we live for, are moments like that. I wish this Now would last forever like a broken vinyl, same tune, again, endless. But then I know, everything which isn't eternal turns out to be magical, is worth missing it, is more than just a moment. So, NOW its an honour to live you before you leave."