The fantastic Voyage: The lodgers
By Paolo Pizzimenti
3 Jan 2008
In the event of this fantastic voyage should turn to erosion
and we never get old. Remember it's true, dignity is valuable
but our lives are valubale too... The lodger..
Souls as lodgers of our bodies.
As soon as we fall asleep, or we stood and starve, our souls, as lodgers who have paid their rent, leave from our bodies and vacating them starting their fantastic voyage.
They are ready to roll up on the coach of the train to start the fantastic voyage. A voyage which could bring joy, maybe the knowlwedge of what we don't see when we are awake and living our day life.
Souls keeping together, they know each one of them even if our bodies have never been in contact with any of them. Souls speaking same language whatever is our native language, an universal language which will lead them along the voyage.
Some souls are shining, some other are fading, some are unsure to start the voyage, some are crying.
The strongest supporting the weak, the happy comforting the sad and all together they move. They are restless, they are like an army without weapons erranding all around. They sing, they pray, they smile, they cry. They cry for the wrong words of this criminal world.
Roll up, roll up and don't miss this voyage, no regrets, roll up.
When we wake up or just return with feet on the ground as a whistle drill all the errandings, unchained, unleashed souls stop they marching
That whistle is the sign to get back to their own bodies and pay again the renting as lodger. Souls don't belong to any bodies, souls are free
and there's nothing which could lock them.
(For more text, read description accompanying each picture, that's another story )
