I’m a dreamer, but I’m not out to do wrong. My thoughts are pure, and I would give my all just for a bit of respect from the people who occupy my heart. Pushing my boundaries as much as I can, falling down on numerous occasions, I’ll keep searching until I find my way. There’s no returning; I won’t cave in. The sparks scatter while the flame grows higher. My soul is burning. What am I to do? This fire is bound to consume me and will turn the old me to ashes. Don’t pity me. Higher, flier, ultimately losing all my desires and stopping my attempts to go out on a high-note, my path will lead to the most majestic mystery known to mankind.
Roaming the North my heart thaws thanks to inspiring encounters and audacious jaunts, granting my soul extraordinary powers. This voyage teaches me to disregard the capitalist system, realizing that money is only paper, plastic or some intangible digits on a computer screen. However, it owns so many souls. Why now? Why me? Where do I go from here? We all face changes, but does anybody know what’s going on as the world keeps moving on?
I’m a silent observer, with a crazy love for life, ready to play the game. This captivating sensation takes a hold of me and directs me to unknown termini. This is who I am; Norway is where I am. The North is what instigates me. I may have said it a dozen times before, mais “le Rafael nouveau est arrivé”. I won’t drive this stranger from my door.
My dreams appear to be a cruel joke. They taunt me unquestionably. If I could only avoid sleep. Subconsciously my mind tells me what to dream. It helps me to rise and to fly. Meanwhile, my intuitive plea confuses me, dreaming of becoming twice the man I used to be. I should take a crack at it because I will wake up over and again. Fading out I acknowledge that my desires limit me. As shadows fall upon the wall, my determination grows stronger. I will go on.
Resilient to the obedient plan which society has plotted out for me, I dread the mainstream routine. I want to be part of the chaotic universal line-up, I want to be out there participating in LIFE. I don’t want to live so that I can be remembered. If I become a recollection that means, I am dead. I want to experience life as it was meant to be experienced. Travel, meet people, experience different cultures and see things not too many of us have already seen. I need to burst my bubble. Thus, I’ll step out of my comfort zone!
Embarking on this new expedition I understand that I don’t need a lot of reveries. Though I would be blissful if I could accomplish this one dream, where I get to live free and effusively experience all intriguing facets we can encounter during our limited time on this intricate spaceship.
Goodbye sheep mentality, goodbye grey personality, goodbye boring routines. Here in the North I will unchain my heart. Looking at myself in the mirror, I recognize the man whom I always wanted to be. One love, one heart, it’s my choice. Breathing right, knowing that during these days I am fine. One day I will be running free like a vagabond.