2,822 kilometres away, but still at home
To travel is to leave home,
is to leave friends behind
is to try to fly.
To fly, getting to know other branches
travelling along roads
is to try to change.
To travel is to dress up like a madman
is to say "I don't care".
is to want to return.
To return valuing the little
savouring a drink,
is to wish to begin.
To travel is to feel like a poet,
is to write a letter,
is to want to embrace.
To embrace when arriving at a door
longing for calm
is to let oneself be kissed.
To travel is to become mundane
is to meet other people
is to begin again.
To begin by reaching out,
learning from the strong,
is to feel loneliness.
To travel is to leave home,
is to dress like a madman
saying everything and nothing with a postcard.
It is to sleep in another bed,
to feel that time is short.
To travel is to return.
Gabriel García Márquez
In a week from now I'll be dreaming... Really dreaming. 🙂
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