travelling

The best traveler is one without a camera.

What it takes to realize everything is fine around you?A road trip to the mountains where your soul dwells in the echoes of the winds that carry fragments of clouds with them.What it takes to realize world is going back to chaos and infinite hurry?End of the aforementioned road trip...

You read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character you admire to live as. You love and lose and bleed best you can, to the extreme, hoping that one day the world will read you like the poem you want to be.

I am running and singing and when it__ raining I__ the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it__ cleaning me. I__ the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I__ the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I__e made of myself.

A person does not grow from the ground like a vine or a tree, one is not part of a plot of land. Mankind has legs so it can wander.

Travelling is the best way to introduce ourselves to the universe!

Nothing in this universe is able to complete its travel on the road of infinity! Because the road is very very long, travellers eventually get tired and turn into autumn leaves!

Travelling becomes an excellent teacher if the traveller becomes an excellent student!

Water is the most perfect traveller because when it travels it becomes the path itself!

It is a great privilege to travel alone on the right path knowing at heart that one day millions too will travel on that same road!

All I know is I'm totallyalone. All alone i n an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who's lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don't know, and I give up thinking about it.

It__ just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.

It doesn__ matter how many times you leave, it will always hurt to come back and remember what you once had and who you once were. Then it will hurt just as much to leave again, and so it goes over and over again. Once you__e started to leave, you will run your whole life.

When travelling, concentrate on the path! Don__ sleep! Don__ read! Just live the journey in full by observing the path instead of wandering in your own world!

But there, war does not care for predetermination; it also destroys in fury that wich is immaterial, the hopes and expectations (from Requiem for a Hotel /Nekrolog auf ein Hotel,1918)

The important thing about having lots of things to remember is that you__e got to go somewhere afterwards where you can remember them, you see? You__e got to stop. You haven__ really been anywhere until you__e got back home.

Roaming is the easiest part, just wandering around, looking the places, imagining how people lived there at that time, breathing deeply the open air around there and feeling the best.