Playa de las Arenas. Saturday January 1, 2011. 12:30 p.m.
Waking at noon and the sea front. A cat stretches on the terrace, unaware of schedule to save measuring time clocks.
is another year now. And life goes on like yesterday. People stroll along the beach, walking, cycling. Families with dogs or children, elderly couples, young and standing after the party or the quiet, hungover past or future. Joggers guys, girls on skates.
The cat is allowed back to sea, master of space and time. Your space. Of his time.
A woman with red painted nails awake in his hotel room overlooking the sea and write a book bought in South Beach.
All continuing.
's time for breakfast, at the wrong time of the clocks. So what.
Learn to get rid of the regulated, unlearn established to escape from the constraints is the task ahead, if not impossible. The utopia of the twenty-first century. And perhaps of any century.
But this is the one we have had.
is another year now. And life goes on like yesterday. People stroll along the beach, walking, cycling. Families with dogs or children, elderly couples, young and standing after the party or the quiet, hungover past or future. Joggers guys, girls on skates.
The cat is allowed back to sea, master of space and time. Your space. Of his time.
A woman with red painted nails awake in his hotel room overlooking the sea and write a book bought in South Beach.
All continuing.
's time for breakfast, at the wrong time of the clocks. So what.
Learn to get rid of the regulated, unlearn established to escape from the constraints is the task ahead, if not impossible. The utopia of the twenty-first century. And perhaps of any century.
But this is the one we have had.
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