Run wild, loose.
I guess that’s my deepest desire. I was never able to get it across to people, though.
People think James Dean wild. Marilyn Monroe loose. Amy Winehouse wild and loose.
Nope. Far from that.
That is lost. Confused. Running away.
I am not that. I’m within me – and, hence, too much restrained to let myself loose… Wind loose, breeze wild…
I can understand the confusion, though.
Go there, dictionary:
Wild: of unrestrained intensity; frantic or distracted; crazy; violently or uncontrollably affected;
disregardful of moral restraints as to pleasurable indulgence; unrestrained by reason or prudence.
Nope. Not these.
Rather, these: not tamed or domesticated (like a wild animal!); uncivilized or barbarous (like wild tribes!); disorderly or disheveled (like wild hair)
Wild like living in a state of nature, like lawless. Also like unrestrained, untrammeled, or unbridled – wild enthusiasm! Like amazing, or incredible, intensely eager or enthusiastic; wild to get started, wild about new stuff!
I meant run wild: just go! With no restraint or control. And I always knew that restraint or control comes first from our own minds – at least after a certain age. I wanted to free myself from myself. To get loose! Loose like free! Released from fastening or attachment. Free from anything that binds, restrains. Like not put in a package or other container. Not bound together, like loose hair.
Not like lacking moral restraint or integrity. Not sexually promiscuous or immoral. Not lax, as the bowels. Not like the opposite of firm, taut or rigid. More like relaxed. More like the opposite of strict, exact, precise – a loose interpretation!
Para mim, em mim, run wild, loose quer dizer deixar-me ir, divagar, pensar nas possibilidades, olhar, ver, sentir, conversar, ser eu!Let myself be me. As contradictory as it may sound, I don’t do that very often. Or better, I don’t do that without a conscious effort, what makes it not loose, already!
I'll get there. Wild and Loose. Like the sound of a guitar.
2 comentários:
Livres, livres mesmos, acho que só os loucos e os mendigos. A consciência, a responsabilidade, a sistemática, a prestação do carro, a ressaca moral, e outras milhões de coisas nos impedem de sermos completamente nós mesmos... Muito mais fácil é ser promíscuo, né? kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!! Beijo grande cheio de saudades...
wild'n'lose. sounds a bit like rock'n'roll, or blues'n'brown sugar. i kinda get your point, and it kinda bites me in the ass indeed. once i was free, but afraid of being wild, so i tamed myself and still soaked deep into my own guts. now tell me: why the guitar photo? hahaha.
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