Even as a child dreamed of traveling, went through the whole world. Started through dreams at night going for thought. I wrote down on a piece of old paper, every place i wanted to find out and over time the list increasi
Recently I traveled to Mafra in Portugal, a single village full of hidden charms. I lost myself in the beauty of the monuments and fell in love with historical characters. I wandered through the palace and convent where I could hear the sigh of the seven winds, I was completely taken at the time, I traveled and I stayed stuck in the past. It was different, like science fiction its true.
I hid myself on the dance floor, could hear the bell ringing and thought the dance was beginning. Dances in circles, laying on of hands, seductive looks, hypocritical smiles, false curtsy.
The reality hit me again, I was driven away to the wide world of literature: the library. Huge room covered with books from a side to the side. I could imagine the collection of the 1st square issues in those four corners. Perhaps, maybe I fell in love with the distinguished poets who wrote to the king amazing books or the grandest thoughts of Descartes and Socrates?
But that would be a secret, And just me and the books would know. I ran to the palace garden, sat in the white stone bench. Some people danced in the garden. I closed my eyes, breathed again and again, I tried to listen the
wind whisper to beat the bushes shaking the water fountain in the center of the garden. I was so lost for a long time and determined. And that’s when the unexpected happened, an old immigrant renewed their wedding vows. It was magical and intense. I think it was one of the most memorable moments I’ve ever seen to this day. Life is too short not to live it up! So I think I can already scratch a little place of my list and replace it with another and know why? We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.