a strange feeling…



sometime in 1952…

this is not a story of incredible heroism, or merely the narrative of a cynic; atleast i do not mean it to be. it is a glimpse of two lives that ran parallel for a time, with similar hopes and convergent dreams.

in nine months of a man’s life he can think of a lot of things, from the loftiest meditations on philosophy to the most desperate longing for a bowl of soup – in total acord with the state of his stomach. And if, at the same time, he’s somewhat of an adventurer, he might live through episodes of interest to other people and his haphazard record might read something like these notes.

and so the coin was thrown in the air, turning many times, landing sometimes heads and sometimes tails. man, the measure of things, speaks here through my mouth and narrates in my own language that which my eyes have seen. it is likely that out of ten possible heads i’ve seen only one true tail, or vice versa. in fact, it’s probable, and there are no excuses, for these lips can only describe what these eyes actually see. is it that our whole vision was never quite complete, that it was too transient or not always well informed? were we too uncompromising in our judgements? okay, but that is how the typewriter interpreted those fleeting impulses rasing my fingers to the keys, and those impulses have now died. moreover, no one can be held responsible for them.

the person who wrote these notes passed away the moment his feet touched argentine soil. the person who reorganizes and polishes them, me, is no longer, atleast i’m not the person i once was. all this wandering around, ‘our american with a capital A’ has changed me more than i thought.


a letter from the motorcycle diaries

copyright aleida march


~ by mentalsyrup on January 26, 2009.

2 Responses to “a strange feeling…”

  1. irony???

  2. inspiring….

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