It was a nice Saturday morning in Los Angeles. I was walking alone, with my camera towards Downtown. My gaze a bit 'thoughtful to the ground, a bit' looking around for inspiration.
Yeah ... inspiration ... something that disappears and suddenly reappears, just like a ghost . But that day ... no that day I did not want to lose it. I needed something to give me an answer, that would finally connect me with that holy and accursed city .. not just traffic or beaches , no.. that's not the real L.A.
The inclination of Los Angeles struck me. It was the first time I saw the famous downhill effect of the city. All this made its dynamics even more crazy.
Walking towards the city center, I felt surrounded by many synchronic elements. They approached my camera for a shot. The path was long and full of obstacles, indeed.
The bodhisattva looked at me. His gaze was stern and compassionate at the same time. "That's how I defeated attachment" he said. With a little envy and respect, I took his gift. Thank you.
"Stop crying, my love." "My immortality". She tought .
Confused laughter around me drew my attention. Between city traffic, the majestic purity of a real smile...
In front of the sacred cornerstone, a triumph of human indifference. She knew everything. Her mind wanted to keep lying to her heart.Waiting for the courage to change.
"Bye!!"
The woman with the black hair greeted someone loudly and started running towards me. As soon as she had passed me, I quickly turned around with my camera, finding an unexpected abyss in front of me.
"What are you doing with that camera" . He tought. Too late.
"Forgive me Father, for what i did"
"Don't ask anymore! I told you, you cannot do it little girl! When you will become adult?" Granma said.
"I did not turn around!" she said, later.
"I cannot lose anything. I don't have anything. I am. "
