They
say: " Time has change" and I want to say that people have the power
to make the time as they want to. Lately, writing from the country of watches
like Switzerland I can see how pressure people have about time and how
important are watches in our lives...even though it’s just a matter of a
mathematical rule. It's not such a long time that I have moved to Geneva and I
have the feeling of a "Western Pressure".
People who talk about labels and jobs most of the time. Most of the time all the people here just talk and they rarely listen to each other. In a general perspective everyone wants to talk and wants to serve each other their brains on a plate trying to sell it.
Ironically, not only the brain is all the time in the market but also labels are the ones that are much more important in the international city life of Geneva. Labels are everywhere starting from clothes, jobs, titles, countries, watches ... and time just goes away.
Only the bikers seem to breath a little bit in this city. The lake is often visited from some rested souls trying to survive in this label pressure and I walk in the middle of the crowd wondering about the "Time that has change".
Even the art became part of a different time and feelings seem a topic of religious or unsuccesfull people. In this pressure I was afraid that all these labels will steal my precious time. I took my time and sat next to the lake to enjoy the sunset, talked to a bohemian soul for the moon, sky, music and love perhaps. The dark came slowly and the stars lighted up the city...and all of a sudden wine was falling from the sky. Suddenly everyone got drunk, was naked of labels and people were released from the time. Everything stopped, talks and brains on the plate. Leafs were falling from the trees and spirits of happiness visited the city again...
People who talk about labels and jobs most of the time. Most of the time all the people here just talk and they rarely listen to each other. In a general perspective everyone wants to talk and wants to serve each other their brains on a plate trying to sell it.
Ironically, not only the brain is all the time in the market but also labels are the ones that are much more important in the international city life of Geneva. Labels are everywhere starting from clothes, jobs, titles, countries, watches ... and time just goes away.
Only the bikers seem to breath a little bit in this city. The lake is often visited from some rested souls trying to survive in this label pressure and I walk in the middle of the crowd wondering about the "Time that has change".
Even the art became part of a different time and feelings seem a topic of religious or unsuccesfull people. In this pressure I was afraid that all these labels will steal my precious time. I took my time and sat next to the lake to enjoy the sunset, talked to a bohemian soul for the moon, sky, music and love perhaps. The dark came slowly and the stars lighted up the city...and all of a sudden wine was falling from the sky. Suddenly everyone got drunk, was naked of labels and people were released from the time. Everything stopped, talks and brains on the plate. Leafs were falling from the trees and spirits of happiness visited the city again...
