To a 1929-1977 Career, cheers.

My hats and back and head and shoulder down to dear sir L. Bunuel, especially those produced 
after 1962. Hats down my very dear sir

Journey to the end of earth

I left my homeland when I was 15
I left my second homeland when I was 30
The first journey needs to be going back
A new discovery, a new eye, a new touch, a new thought, a new question

Lights are out

I am experiencing migration at a different level under new dim lights

The whales migrate too, but they migrate together, never alone

Migrating alone is detrimental to the whale, 

If there's no communication with others, 
...the whales get lost and end up in the cold waters or close to the shore 
...where the hunters live

I migrated alone, unlike the whales

Earth is a safe place for humans

I might not get killed, hunted, skinned, and eaten

But what to do without communication?

Where am I? 

It's dark

Music isn't muse anymore

There was someone who was singing all the time

During the song, 

Where did mother go?

Why doesn't dad talk?

Please stop the music

I am trying to hear them