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Friday, February 12, 2010

The Destiny of Two Emigrants...and a Native

The glory of the moment, when you see the light at the end of the tunnel, when everything seems to be coming to a full circle, when black becomes white again, death gives birth and...Vegas becomes charming.

It was time for a regression to the old excitements. We got a babysitter for the night and went for a walk on the Las Vegas strip. And for the first time after all these years, we could look at the fake Paris, Egypt, Venice and Ancient Rome with grace and forgivness. I've always known that I've healed from a fall when I'm ready to laugh about it. Thankfully, I think soon I might be able to laugh about the past misery.

The dance of the Bellagio fountains, to the glorious "Time to Say Goodbye" was the first majestic sensation we felt about this city. We were in awe and this hypnotic state lasted for all these years. A spiritual experience in the heart of the city, built SOLELY on the idea of making money, may have just been the right lure to keep us here this long. But now, that the snake is ready to let go of its tail, the sight of the fountains, though still pretty, was a mere attraction.

The year of the Rat...the BAD year is coming to an end! The year of the Tiger begins! Time to sharpen our teeth and get out of the gutter.

So, after a nice walk, we finished the night off with some fine friends: drinking, eating, telling jokes and laughing...the Bulgarian way! Delving back into the basics sometimes brings the most joy to life!

The final season of the Office is upon us; the LOST show ends; Alex has a job as a psychologist; Sami is walking and "talking"; we have a neat house, perfectly convenient and with a separate room, just for him; I finally feel respected at work, I nearly fulfilled my lifelog dream to have every CD I've ever wanted, so...it's time to move on, or we'll get too comfortable and die here...

This is the destiny, my friends, the destiny of the Two Emigrants...and a Native!

1 comment:

Pesho said...

Personal (11-12.02.2010)

There was this
Long-gone once --
An amputated naiiverse --
That separated us
So we can try
Stitch back up
The banging Universe
With morbid threads
Networking empty dots.
Those strong
revitalizing threads
rejuvenated us --
The old-fart idiots --
White beards jungled in
Savannahs of fermenting heads --
To stitch back up
An amputated core
With alternating dots
Of verse and innocence.
So here is
This long-gone once:
"...and you will find
The man who's
happy."