Victor Requião

It's been so different now the sensation of the other. What was used to be accustomed before, now just looks like shattered sensations which cannot find a place to grow in myself. What really exist is the present, nothing more indeed. So, there is no intent of "gathering a yard to let the butterflies come", or regret the great moments once lived.

Yes, what only takes place is the consciousness which belongs to me, and the treasure of existence is being aware of what is around, neither more nor less.


(Gene Clark - Polly)