There is no desire to break away when you are naturally breaking away. Cartagena fills the senses with the colours and the heat and your burnt skin who knew. We are born for chaos because in chaos we'll leave where to unknown but we are born for colours and for the distortion and the hyper-sensitivity of an alcoholic afternoon in Cartagena when the sun is too hot and the wind blows heat and the beer suspends time. We are born for chaos for scrambling for not knowing what's next Who said order is safety who said safety is need when life happens anyway whether your life is in order or in chaos but chaos surprises you. What am I afraid of death? and so what I can't escape it my father and my mother can't he can't I can't I'll die of fear of death and yet we are born for chaos not for waiting for death we are born for colours not for waiting for black What am I afraid of what keeps me awake what breaks my breathing patterns and the beauty of Colombia and Cartag...
You can be every little thing you want nobody to know. Maledizione.