Yesterday when i got stucked in traffic i spotted this old lady walking. The way she walks is very easy and no hurry it seems that she had all the time in the world, while everyone that got stucked in the traffic jam wants to be the first to get out of it they started to honk and rant at each other.
The first thing on my mind is that i want to walk with that old lady and thank God i'm taking a bus ride, so i could just get out of the bus and start walking.
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes
my rage, forgetting everything
my rage, forgetting everything
(Pablo Neruda)
