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quarta-feira, agosto 06, 2003 Something written in Rio
I don´t want to go back, I don´t want to return, I just want to get lost, get unrecognized, get rebuilt and reshaped. I want to dive again into the nets of the world. I want to get away from what´s the same. I want to get used to what´s impermanent, to what´s fleeting.
I am tempted to leave everything behind and travel and dive and swim and run and walk and travel and laugh and smile and frown and fly and travel and get lost and stay lost and leave and never return.
I have the constant impression that my travelling speaks to me on a lot more personal level than it speaks to others. I have the lasting impression that each new place I visit is like a strange fruit, insipid at first but ever more and more desirable in scent and taste. Time spent somewhere is time used to taste that strange fruit, explore its nuances, until it becomes incorporated into your life, like the salt of the ocean absorbed by every pore.
I fell in love with the idea of discovery, the idea of experience for the sake of experience, the freedom to take on the world in a glance, drink up experiences with every thirsty pore and avid pupil.
In my small bit of travelling, I´ve learned enough to realize nationality is just a conversation starter. In the end, British, American, Brazilian, Egyptian, Norwegian, French, Moroccan is all the same when it comes to one perfect blend - the breed of travellers. Black, white, dark and light is so beautiful in a blend. Travelling is realizing that everyone is human and we´re all together in the same world. My travel is a meager but wholehearted attempt to embrace the world, take it as one endless experience, one profusion of thought waves and heart beats all out of compass but synchronized in a life with desires for happiness.
For a moment, for this moment, I can say that my happiness comes from each new discovery, each new experience. Travelling is to allow grains of discovery and overjoyed happiness into your soul. Perhaps now I can comprehend how one can always be happy.
