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I then became bad, and traversed impossible paths.
I destroyed myself and was reborn a few times.
at some point, I began to love myself,
to respect that good boy.

2. from the dusty vastness of the humid Pampas, to the unmistakable scent of Buenos Aires' subway.
the priest school, in between both.

3 from fleeting Ibiza to olympic avant-garde,
and wandering, absorbed among the medieval alleyways that shaved my mane.

4. from the exclusivity of cutting-edge clubs to the success of dawns which were as dark as profitable.

5. the Andalucian warmth, the door open,
the cluttered dining room. the continuous long nights again
darkening my suns.

6. my rescuer, my first love:
the stage, dancing and the spins from here to there.
kilometres travelled, theatre seats, vast success and failure.
reached the highest the star from where I plummeted

7. meditating five hours a day in the south of Bangkok.
setting new objectives and finding life purpose.
next, a trivial comment in the Cameron Highlands
that transformed my journey.

8. the antipodes. wild and free nakedness.
water in all its versions.
Guidance and ancestral healing.
Arakwal country first, then Boonwurrung country.
after the bark bearing the Pure Spiritual Shapes.

And then SOICHU