“Life is awesome, everything it has to offer is limited, both good and bad. The drugs, alcohol, parties, clubs, underground festivals, the semi-desert landscape of the highways, the starry midnight skies, 5 star hotels, L.A. Varieties of colors and flavors. But what is definitely the most fleeting and beautiful thing that remained in my memory was the golden age of California, gold-tinged coastlines, warm evening breezes, a dripping glass of Mountain Dew on a bedside table, white houses yellowed by the sun on the hills, my true golden summer full of happiness, my people and my beloved so-called James Dean, that biker gang with girls who were a little older, but with less privileges than I had. I spent 5 months attached to them on an endless journey on the endless road, just driving, crying and laughing, the nights of parties ending in the first rays of dawn being always surrounded by the comfortable yet painful arm of my beloved. Everything filling up with speed every time. I knew the danger of that, but I felt safe with his burning fire that always made me dazzle when I looked at him, his cocaine heart beating every time he looked at me. That man so perfect he looked like a gangster from the movies, that man who made me feel so alive and high with his presence. I used to have that dream of becoming a beautiful poet and singer, with that jazzy old look. I was full of dreams and fantasies, a sweet as raging resonant light cast a beautiful and so wild young girl. On that trip I saw how it was getting so intense each time, my soul fueled by the euphoria and freedom that didn't stop for the whole trip. All of the above would lead to an ultimatum and closure as fleeting and abrupt as the extensive aftermath. One Sunday my beloved would promise to leave me to pursue his grand ambitions and gangster dreams, leaving me in my hometown again, without news of him for months, all alone. That resounding light I was now scattering into thousands of pieces, shining and broken, captured in that dawning sky of the stars of the sky, leaving their extensive echoes of those who once were, to whom I prayed every night since then, I understood that I had to have everything I ever wanted and then lose it, to know what true life was. I foresaw that all those drugs, parties, adrenalines were going to take their toll on me, knowing that I was on the verge of death because of that, leaving me prostrate on a stretcher being at the gates of life and death, a phrase that would resonate in my mind until today and would make me understand everything “We are mortal”. I was always an unusual girl, a chameleon-like personality with no fixed moral course as treacherous as the ocean, sometimes stormy, and other times so melancholy and rainy, that no matter what happened, it would always be filled with sunshine and gentle waves. I know that life is short and hard, with mostly such painful moments, as well as treasured happy moments like my great summer time. Despite the excesses and how much I want to color everything, we are mortal and everything always ends, it is our curse, one I could not see. People who upon finding out what I was doing, how I had been living, would ask me “Why?” but there was no point in talking to them, because they don't understand not being able to find a warm and loving place like they had to settle down to, me looking for that place in other people, with the price of knowing I was always going to end up losing it all, but it didn't matter, that's how melancholic and fleeting my life was, my motto remains the same as always. Live fast. Die young. Be wild and have fun. I'm fucking crazy, but I am free. I make and made my life a work of art with my best and bad moments, inventing my own life with fulfilled fantasies connecting with it, living wildly still young, it doesn't matter because at some point we will die, it hurts but we are mortal, you and I: We were born to die.”
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“Life is awesome, everything it has to offer is limited, both good and bad. The drugs, alcohol, parties, clubs, underground festivals, the semi-desert landscape of the highways, the starry midnight skies, 5 star hotels, L.A. Varieties of colors and flavors. But what is definitely the most fleeting and beautiful thing that remained in my memory was the golden age of California, gold-tinged coastlines, warm evening breezes, a dripping glass of Mountain Dew on a bedside table, white houses yellowed by the sun on the hills, my true golden summer full of happiness, my people and my beloved so-called James Dean, that biker gang with girls who were a little older, but with less privileges than I had. I spent 5 months attached to them on an endless journey on the endless road, just driving, crying and laughing, the nights of parties ending in the first rays of dawn being always surrounded by the comfortable yet painful arm of my beloved.
Everything filling up with speed every time. I knew the danger of that, but I felt safe with his burning fire that always made me dazzle when I looked at him, his cocaine heart beating every time he looked at me. That man so perfect he looked like a gangster from the movies, that man who made me feel so alive and high with his presence. I used to have that dream of becoming a beautiful poet and singer, with that jazzy old look. I was full of dreams and fantasies, a sweet as raging resonant light cast a beautiful and so wild young girl. On that trip I saw how it was getting so intense each time, my soul fueled by the euphoria and freedom that didn't stop for the whole trip.
All of the above would lead to an ultimatum and closure as fleeting and abrupt as the extensive aftermath. One Sunday my beloved would promise to leave me to pursue his grand ambitions and gangster dreams, leaving me in my hometown again, without news of him for months, all alone. That resounding light I was now scattering into thousands of pieces, shining and broken, captured in that dawning sky of the stars of the sky, leaving their extensive echoes of those who once were, to whom I prayed every night since then, I understood that I had to have everything I ever wanted and then lose it, to know what true life was. I foresaw that all those drugs, parties, adrenalines were going to take their toll on me, knowing that I was on the verge of death because of that, leaving me prostrate on a stretcher being at the gates of life and death, a phrase that would resonate in my mind until today and would make me understand everything “We are mortal”.
I was always an unusual girl, a chameleon-like personality with no fixed moral course as treacherous as the ocean, sometimes stormy, and other times so melancholy and rainy, that no matter what happened, it would always be filled with sunshine and gentle waves. I know that life is short and hard, with mostly such painful moments, as well as treasured happy moments like my great summer time. Despite the excesses and how much I want to color everything, we are mortal and everything always ends, it is our curse, one I could not see.
People who upon finding out what I was doing, how I had been living, would ask me “Why?” but there was no point in talking to them, because they don't understand not being able to find a warm and loving place like they had to settle down to, me looking for that place in other people, with the price of knowing I was always going to end up losing it all, but it didn't matter, that's how melancholic and fleeting my life was, my motto remains the same as always. Live fast. Die young. Be wild and have fun. I'm fucking crazy, but I am free. I make and made my life a work of art with my best and bad moments, inventing my own life with fulfilled fantasies connecting with it, living wildly still young, it doesn't matter because at some point we will die, it hurts but we are mortal, you and I: We were born to die.”