"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.