gipsy

Some times i feel like gypsy. Living with no real home, having no where to return really. There is no way back for me. And even if i will go back home for a while, i know sooner or later i will hear the calling of the unknown. I am striving harder to quench my thirst for a land that i could call mine. In fact nobody has a land. In fact the whole land is ours. The whole earth is ours. Striving to quench my thirst for a country where i could feel home. Romania is my home more or less, but it is a strange story of love and hate. In Romania i am Hungarian, in Hungary they think that i am Romanian, in Germany i am just a stranger... In fact we are all gypsies, traveling through our life, from one moment to another, from birth to death, nothing remains stabile. Everything is ours, everything that we are earning, but still can we take anything with us when we are dying? We are having our own caravan filled with friends, people that we know, pets, objects, gods and goods but everything turns to ashes. There is no country, there are no money, no system, no shops, no advertising, no age, no politics and no sky. They are just images meant to distract us from our traveling path. Mostly we are stopping in the middle of the road. Thinking that if we found a nice home, a nice wife, a nice family, then everything is settled. Our life is settled. I am a traveler. A mind traveler. I am roaming between sky and earth, heaven and hell, Ecuador and the North Pole, between seen and unseen, spoken and unspoken. I am still young, so i am still connected with society. I am willing in time to cut as more as possible the connections with this mad and silly comedy that we call proudly society. Our healthy society. I want to feel freedom. I want to taste it, swallow it and then maybe i will spit it back. I want to steal moments of joy, moments filled with happiness, just like the gypsies are stealing food and money. By knowing and having all this in my mind, it will be more easier to accept all the shitty days, persons and things from my life. So ...fuckers...event though i am here, i am not really here, even though i am with you now, you cannot really touch me. Bafto velo delo buradelo!