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Camino de Santiago with Maija, From Porto (Portugal) To Pontevedra (Spain).

Didn't quite get to Santiago but learnt a hell of a lot on the way.

This is the more reserved inner working of my mind about how the trip went, some observations on the way, on life, emotions, etc.

I feel like i have been flowing down a river, and the river takes me wherever the fuck it likes.

being on the train:

you lose the sound of

the sparkle in the trees

the smell of

the pain in your aching feet

walk again

countless meadows


now it all goes

i cant feel the heaven

i walked over.

your face again, a long time ago.

I slept

with the owls flying

crawling over my face

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