Εγώ βλέπω εκείνο το βλέμμα που έχει σχεδόν όλα μέσα του, απορία, κοροϊδία, έκπληξη και πόσα άλλα...
Ο εαυτός απ' το ίδιο το εαυτό. Θαμπώνει η διαδικασία πραγματικά, θαμπώνει καθαρίζοντας το τοπίο.
I was driving my motorcycle this morning, going at work. While i was passing the forest there was a car in front of me. Suddenly i felt that it rains, it was the driver that was cleaning the windscreen of his car. All water came on me.
If you have never driven motorcycle you can't imagine these details. The result is to behave without respectful to the others.
Fifteen hours later, the time that i came back home from my running (43rd day) i met a neighbor. I always pass in front of his house when i go for running. It was 23.30 and he returned back from his job.
His only relationship with the mountain is that he watches it, the only connection with running is that he is staring at me when i am going or returning back from training. I observe his eyes, the way he looks at me. I can see everything that he feels, query, mockery, surprise and many more...
But...if you have never run to the mountain, in nature, if you haven't heard your heart beating, if you have never heard your steps on the earth, you have never burst from the hot during summertime or freeze during winter, or been wet and full of sledges until the medulla of your existence or feel dizzy because of the light of your lens while you are running late at night and you feel tired after all day...like i felt today...then you don't really know what running means.
It is all the endless conversations with self, the solution of the problems that comes up suddenly the multiplications of the productive reflections which are set during the exercise. I refer also to all these that are following next hours and days until the next time that you will go out for running.
The self trough the self. Actually, process dazzles while cleaning the landscape.