This place does not stop, and I am a jelly fish transparent, not permeated by it but still surrounded by and tapping its glow. I run through the city all day and probably go too fast to see anything worth a memory. Si alguna vez pienso perder el tren, voy a pensar del tiempo que tengo. Para prepararme preocuparme y dudarme y no de los tiempos de andar con hambre, de los tiempos que todavia me sobran. Todo eso pienso antes del tiempo para tomar un te con amigos del piso, olvidando el cansacio de la madrugada.
Search the darkness
Sit with your friends; don't go back to sleep. Don't sink like a fish to the bottom of the sea.
Surge like an ocean, don't scatter yourself like a storm.
Life's waters flow from darkness. Search the darkness, don't run from it.
Night travelers are full of light, and you are, too; don't leave this companionship. Be a wakeful candle in a golden dish, don't slip into the dirt like quicksilver.
The moon appears for night travelers, be watchful when the moon is full.
RUMI
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