Times are changing. Oh yes they are. But that is the only thing that changes. Take note. If you see the big picture called life, all generations has the same virtues, all generations have the same fault. It's just our lack of vision that doesn't let us see what in the past we have done and compare it objectively with the times we didn't exist. So in the beginning man invented the wheel, then invented the charriot, then the car, then the airplane and though all are means of transportation we all think they differ from one another because shapes are not the same, because it was back then and now things are just not equal. Bullshit. Since the beginning man has had the same mission. Finding out what is our mission. So we created religion, science, methaphysics, spiritualism, drugs to search, to try to find a meaning in it all. But we haven't found it... yet. If we ever do then we will not be man but some strange mix of universal affairs and God only knows how are brain will turn out to be.

More than six UFO sightings in China and the world sleeps. Seen by more people than ever, openly in big cities. Here, they don't beleive in God so there is no conflict with showing was actually up there. More than six UFO sightings and the world seems not to care.... or maybe thats their power... or maybe they know that by now we don't really care about them.

I pull my sheets closer to me. The nights are cold and I work hard to make not so much. I hear my friend calling to go out for the drink that we used to drink. I read the messages inciting me to read the poems I have been writing in my mind. I miss all of it... but times are changing, only that, I'm still trying to find the meaning, yes, the meaning of it all.

Jack.

The morbid winter is dying giving birth to the luscious spring with all its sex, euphoria and love. The amazing blue sky eats beijing up in mouth full of winds, the sweethearts walking hand in hand in the streets, Hutongs alive at night with people dancing, the old men chatting. Seasons change, but its still a new world for this boy who only knows two seasons: dry and rainny.

I moved to 朝阳门 some weeks ago, my life has been changing drastically for the last few months. A new haircut, a new life, I've been teaching new tricks to the old dog.

When you are afar from what you used to call your world, between now and then, here or there the heart becomes a sea of melancholly, a nation of thoughts, the majestic sun teaching what it is and what it is not and it makes you want to lay your head in clouds or reasurrance, it just wants to stop, one beat at a time until peace strolls in leaving you time to sleep, for him who lives in a dream, in a poem, a story, who lives free does not wish nothing than just the sleep. Yeah, forget about the dream.

When you are afar from the world you used to call yours, you are a stranger not only to the people here or back home but to yourself and the one you can only rely is the one that loves you and that you love.

Bleh... dont feel like writing anymore...