I kept on training.

Hi, July 9th, 2013! I will meet you and go to a country I never visited before.
So I keep on training.

Hi, July 9th, 2013! I need to have a strong feet and a strong soul to overcome the unexpected.
So I kept on training.

Hi, July 9th, 2013! I will fill my lungs with a different breeze of air and take on an adventure.
Walking back to nature.
So I kept on training.

This morning, I woke up at 4 a.m.
With: Jacket. Sport shoes. Full-loaded backpack. Strong decision,
I put the first step on the concrete and began walking.
"Strong feet." I kept sounding that hymn into my ears.

That not-so-far walking training offered me a bonus track into my morning albums.
There she was. The Late Moon.
Shining brightly: "Majestic. Beauty. Clear. Brillante." I complimented her.

That round big beautiful beauty shone like it was made by a famous stained-glass maker,
put piece by piece thoroughly by an experienced hand. Majestuoso.
I keep on training, walking, watching, how beautiful the nona up there.
Staring at the gloomy world down here, a down town man in her eyes.
And I kept on training.

"Strong heart." It takes not only a strong feet but a strong heart,
to conquer everything that may come from a shady corner. Jack in the box.
I need no rigid training like my karateka sister does every Sunday, punching and jumping into the air full of exhausted words saying "Hiattt!"
I need a little strength to say to myself: "One more step, Gab. One more step."
And all of that, to keep on walking and reach the destination unseen.
So I kept on training.