Santiago and Punta de Lobos (Pichilemu)
The more I free myself, the more I trap myself.
Years pass and I’m dropping my feathers.
I fly, I run, I walk and I cry.
I watch nature and the bird’s behaviour.
They eat when they are hungry.
Fly when they need to move.
Sleep when their body ask for rest.
Everything, when it has to be.
Fly my friend! I would do it with you but today I move in pedals.
I pedal and pedal.
I pedal with willpower.
Without a place to go.
I just go. Go.
Brothers cross my path.
Wise words fill my destiny.
Remember my brother; stars also don’t shine for a moment, that doesn’t mean they are not there.
There is just something blocking their light.
One of these days just go and shine in their place.
Shine brighter and illuminate the ones in need.
Author: Luis Nessi
Materials: Graphite pencil