An other Phoenix.

Back in Phoenix. What for? What's here for me this time?

Well, first, the Jethro Tull concert. OK, maybe I did had expectations. For example, that I wrote to Ian Anderson and asked him to dedicate me the concert. After all, I was the only one of the thousands there who attended the first Aqualung concert back in London 40 years ago! And this happened to be the Agualung 40th Anniversary Tour. Not a hint of that. Ian was... not there. He does all the moves, but his heart is not there. Neither his mind, haha, he failed his entry in the Agualung song. Wut? This guy has played this song thousands of times and misses his entry? I think he's too old to rock and roll. I was very impressed by Martin Barre though. He is playing better than ever, he doesn't play it like a rock star and you can feel his enjoyment. Thanks Martin!

I remember my first time in the Phoenix Hostel. The owner commanded me to take a shower on arrival. This time she is not here, but the English manager put my sandals outside. "You have stinkfoot. Stinkfoot, darling, your feet put a hurt on my nose!" Oh well, it's true. At 40 C and 5 % humidity, you are sweating like a horse but you don't realize it. But your shoes keep accumulating torrents of sweat. My feet stink, my shoes still worse. The Englishman has a point.

And now the signs. When I left Flagstaff, again shuffling I-tunes synchronized, out of 13,000 songs, "Y volver, volver, vooolveeer!" Humm...

Then, first thing I noticed when entering the Hostel is an ad for a play tonight: "Juliette must die"... Humm, I will try to attend it today. I was thinking of this and again the radio synchronizes Julieta's Benegas "Eres para mí". OK,OK,OK! I don't know why, I don't what for, but I am back in Phoenix. And I flow, flow, flow. May the gods help me. A couple of nights ago I dream with Julieta. She comes to me, beautiful, sits on my lap, we embrace each other and she says: "Sometimes I like to be alive for a while". Sometimes I feel that she does, through me.