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November 10, 2006
Dios dice que la gloria està en el cielo
CURRENT MOOD: Amazed
You have never seen such a sight as this. I don’t think such a sight was ever witnessed by man or woman. Leaving behind my little city, the city of Berkeley. Well, its not as if today was marked by any special kind of departure. But still, she found it appropriate to say a sweet farewell…
The inky sky bled across the land, into the sea. It was just a dark canvas with no concerns for division between any element of the earth. One could not tell the difference between the twinkling stars above from the twinkling city lights below; it was just a mixture of mini galaxies swirling and dancing. I could have sworn that I was flying through the depths of the universe.
The moon, at first, an undistinguishable orange pear-shaped fuzz. A shawl of clouds, looking like stretched out balls of cotton, was all that clothed her. Despite such an attempt, they couldn’t hide her naked beauty beneath, but instead caught her illuminous glow, or was it the sky, reflecting the light of the city? Each orange dot contributing its own to the hazy glow of the city, permeating the sky, and casting its own influence into the heavens.
But as we fly further into darkness, further away from the city, from civilization, the moon begins to hold her own. She slowly came into focus, her orange tinge fading away to a healthy golden tan; from a tangy orange slice to a sweet golden apple. She gradually shrugs off her cloak, and creates her own horizon as she casts a silver light upon the string of clouds below her, setting her apart from the rest of the world.
Her own space, her own kingdom to rule over, the stars above, her subjects, each assigned a piece of space. In their serfdom, a number of serfs, who happily orbit around their lords and ladies. Although each serf strong enough to carry along their mini solar system, still not loud enough to shine their own voice through the years between me and them.
Who would have ever known that such a structured hierarchy can hold so much beauty and peace? Everyone with individual purpose, but nonetheless part of the most beautiful language in all of history. A language unknown to man, but always written about. A language never heard, but always read, always spoken of.
Anyways, back to reality here, I am about to arrive to the airport, and thus concludes another nonsensical ranting of the world by a lone point of view. Back to Los Angeles, and what a welcome. There is so much difference between Berkeley and LA, but I love them both in their own unique mannerisms. Never can I compare the two, or hold one up against the other. Well, for once, at least, this trip home does not mark the end of another chapter in my life, but merely a rip in time, a break if you will.
I guess I can just call this the intermission.
SONG THAT BEST REFLECTS TODAY'S BLOG: La Gloria Eres Tù by Los Tres Ases
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