"I love the weightless, gentle
and subtle worlds -
worlds like soap bubbles..." 

said Machado in his "Cantares"; and, like him, I believe strongly  that the journeys are not just to travel from place to palce, sightseeing ancient monuments and taking picture next to the statues . The first trip that I wold do, is  to change the glance that we give to the landscapes, the way we see every little thing, every little sense and not feeling that the happiness is just a passion constantly eluded.

And this is not a romantic manifiesto of the Nature or a phony love to the human heart. Not at all. It is just  an aproximation to the very feelings of ourselves, " your gut self/ your singing magical self/ and your beautiful self", that must be saved from the rags of mediocrity.

Once I reach that "state of grace", once I had possesed that "me" constantly hide from myself, I may become a kind of "Mr. tambourine man", traveling in a plastic, fantastic and unpredictible lands, conutries and seas. 

But, if you ask me, I would like to go to France.  

Which one?

As far as I've been living, I'm not even close to know which work would be the ideal (funny word indeed) one, for me. When I hear someone saying "I always wanted to be (any profession)" or "I'm studying the career that I always wanted to study", I think "man, how I envy this guy/girl; how can they be so sure, how can't they feel any insecutiry or anguish... I mean, do they? Sometimes I strongly believe that the only restlessness of some people is only a toothache . Not the mayority, obviously... just "the others".

But, you  can - have the nerve to-  ask  me "Hey, you're in the 3th year of Public Administration, you can't say that you don't know what to do..." Well, I can't see myself seated on a chair, carrying papers in an office, or being in front of  hundreds of forms in a desk. I don't want to see myself in a Kafkanian world. I think I have enough with my own wolrld (with it's own music, colors and landscapes)

I feel that now I have an entire world to choose, I have the  willpower of do and create things ,  the complete desire of freedom  (that word so hidden, wanted and raped too... so "ideal") , and beacause I don't want to answer a profession when you ask me "Who are you?" , I want to create a life with continuous changes.  ; but what do I have, maybe nothing, and because I've nothing, I can build myself an entire life. Maybe tomorrow I can answer that cuestion with "I'm a pianist" and the next morning " Now, I'm a poet", and the next week " I think I'm a fly".

"Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself, don't swim in the same slough"