March 2, 2010
By EDeCa GOLD, Santo Domingo, Other
EDeCa GOLD, Santo Domingo, Other
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As I step out of my hotel room and into the streets, I can already feel the energy consuming and thereafter rising through me, like vapor mounting towards the skies in a midsummer’s day.
The cobblestones pounding beneath my heels and I feel alive. Alive because for the first time, I’m free. Free to walk, talk and feel whenever and however I want to. You’re in a foreign place. Can you feel it too? That sensation that allows one to really be oneself without the slightest judgment deriving from someone you may know. The crisp smell of a burning Galouise distracts me, and then I see it before me. EVERYTHING. Time is at a delicious standstill and I smile. I open up my black umbrella as the cool droplets pour down from the sky, now an authentic shade of gray and I begin to stroll through the streets, alone. A spring to my stride because I know, that in this weather and in this city, everything has the ability to feel like home.

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Sunshine said...
on Mar. 4 2010 at 8:03 pm
Very enlightening. I could relate to every sentence considering I left my home country and now live on my own. Good work, keep it up!


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