ˌɛkwəˈnɪmɪti

This is a rap, this is a blow
To awaken those in deep slumber
To figure out a way for the weary soul
The simple truth I see, suffering in you eyes


This is a mantra, this is a prayer
This is the sound of words in control
For every smack life delivers
There's a place to recover, a place of your own


ˌɛkwəˈnɪmɪti
If you're ill, if you're hurting
Let the pain be, stretch your mind
Toward this peaceful sanctuary
You can't move on if you don't feel
ˌɛkwəˈnɪmɪti


This is a rap, this is a blow
This is the sound of healing words
This is a mantra, this is a prayer
This is a peaceful sanctuary of your own


ˌɛkwəˈnɪmɪti
Useless to add one more burden on your shoulders
(A burden you mustn't tow)


ˌɛkwəˈnɪmɪti
Let the pain teach you, let the experience motion you
Toward your inner self
(Who is wise and strong)


You can't move on if you don't feel
ˌɛkwəˈnɪmɪti

The marathon

04/03/2012

What race are you running?

It is Sunday morning and I’m preparing my rucksack to go to the mountains. It’s been an extremely demanding week at work and my mind has said “Enough, get me out of the city, give me open space, pure air to breathe and lots of green to rejoice my sight”. So I have listened and I am ready to give it what it asks for. I’ve packed 2 bocadillos, fresh fruit and 2 soft drinks. I also pack my basketball hat and a light sports jacket, just in case it gets cold up there. The sun is playing shiny games outside. It’s about 10:30 in the morning.

As I step out of the old building which I call home, I can see many people motioning up the main street. They are wearing fluorescent green t-shirts with numbers on their chest. A really tired 4359 passes in front of me with small steps, puffing really hard, almost walking. From behind him, still running briskly, a smiley 1033 passes like an arrow, all healthy cheeks and wearing a funny hat. And somewhere in between all the others, I glimpse a 8162 who is helping 10343 stretch his muscles, as it seems he has cramps on his right leg.