I knew he was right but keeping myself aside was a pleasant and requisitive feeling in my life. My East trip was all about silence, lack of social life and observation. But I was a total outsider back home as well.
Brazil makes me blossoming out. I start feeling in love again. In love with the people and places, with the passion in between, with the surprises behind the corner, with the strangers in the night, with the sand stuck in my curves, with the sparkish impulse of dancing and singing, with the beating pulse of other hearts. I creeped out of my shell and all fibres of myself is anticipating the miracles of this life on earth to mark me, to lead me, to love me.
Enough of keeping my heart away, enough of being temperedly prudent, enough of the permenant partiality for being reclusive, enough watching the life from the observatory of my subconscious fear of being rejected. If you want to see someone, just grab the plane, boat or bike and see what will happen. The globe is like a football – you can play with it and there will be always someone to play with you.