finally, i went there. i must say that it was the high point of my trip. there is a feeling when you stand there and not only i got really the shock of a little girl who meets her favourite superstar, but it's everything that goes into that moment. it got me thinking, how he died almost twenty years before i was born, how he is such a legend and the whole iconic person that jim morrison stood right there, in front of me, under the ground. the flesh does not exist, he is there under it, finito, capute. he does not exist but he is so present by the level it reached as an influence. jim morrison for me stands out really as a writer, everything that is so simple he question it and you get to the point that you really do not know anything. he digs the personality, the existence, the intuition, the human nature.
i know i looked like a fool, putting my hair rubber band in the second "o" of jim's morrison, leaving a poem there and even a cigarette. he would probably call me a fuckin' pussy or just love the attention to fill up his own ego. but at least now i have my own memorabilia.
this is the end,
my only friend,
the end.
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