MembroCiruelo

"From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
listening to others, considering well what they say, pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will divesting myself of the holds that would hold me."
Walt Whitman, "Song of the Open Road" (1856)