Here I come again, tired as hell and a little bit stressed, but with keeping the calm, knowing that even in the lowest moments, something worthy of praise, can come to the surface. Like a sleeping volcano erupting without any prior inform, no “Beware of the dog” signs or the very same stillness before the storm. There is constant riptide, down there in the catacombs, that don’t give any warning of what is about to occur. The muddy bottom is the perfect bed for the thoughts to culture. I just must only to rake through to see what gets trapped with the intention. I am a fisher catching only golden pieces, no matter what the tide is, no matter what the market price is. I don’t sell myself to bidders, either they are high or of any other kind. Authenticity of breed, observant of the slightest movement or detail, prodigious mechanism i had the patience to build up. It is no coincidental; I would say more fundamental, with heavy stone brick settled. Some things may seem not to have any impact of my retina, I wouldn’t be very sure of that external value judgment. I tell you, there is always something on here and there, self-questioning of life, astonishment created by the capability of getting over some reluctant biological behaviors that suddenly I get over, but as I said, not by any chance. I may not know the origin sometimes, but the process has been laborious. Regardless of bad times discouragement, irregularities in the pace, grazing in not so green prairies, came to the entanglement of walking the right way. B_Nour
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