Casa Robino

From a certain point onward, there is no turning back.That is the point that must be reached.-KafkaOf my madness, my hunger for a passionate life; to grow, to become something exquisitely detailed.. sculptured.you can wander and wander from land to land and still never break y'er damned chains. You will wander forever, you will traverse deserts and rainforests just to find yourself, you, you, you,Meanwhile, spring is crawling closer. Last night, after the film, I ask myself - why not live in an avalanche all your life, to be buried in what is the life, that is joy, frustration, despair, exhileration, intoxication, tenderness. Toi aussi, tu detest la vie. Non, non, pas moi.And outta the window, a'dam was amidst the breath of a red mexican frog, the air thick with fog, reminds me of homelands. Home severed and lost at the bottom of the sea. Aniia and Heather sleep, Ieva goes to collapse in the slaagroom (=lit. translation - whipped cream..thus whipped cream room). I write. I write poorly, no blood in the stone. Words of faraway lands; latin america, berlin, paris. Is all of this just a way to escape my skin, to never really exist, fully? To always be leaping somewhere else without being here?So be here with all y'er madness, your despairs, your loves.the possibility of the visiting of a squatted abandoned lighthouse come monday in denmark. graffiti on freight cars (words! lift me up!), digging in y'er heart for more. Jesus, keep on, you must. The stories have subsided again, drained away, all that's left are aerobatics breathing thoughts, visions, moments of content. Bring a little light towards me, my girl. dream a while, scheme a while, all those things you've pined for. again, I must coil everything into the arms of great tales rather this fragmentary nonsense. Amsterdam pivots between the incredible and the dull. Nothing ever really seems to happen in this city, or it's all hidden. I can't imagine magical things to be hidden in this city, but what about y'erself, old man? Yes, yes, yes, dig dig dig. But through the cold dirty bath water of winter; all you need is warmth, tea, good friends and books. This restlessness will lead you to great things. Great things! Know that every moment is absolutely necessary, building, slowly. ..exultion - The act or condition of rejoicing greatly,to give me the guts and the love togoon.