Viagens e reflexões

you can not be defined by one picture. One picture doesnt capture all the mixes of emotions we feel at the same time. We are dinamic, chaotic pull of feelings and sensations. You can past an entire day without be angry, or sad, but you can be at the same time, in a fraction of a second, happy, sad, enthusiastic and affraid. Just like getting married. Pictures doesnt define us. Texts cant do that too. These things are beneath us. Every human been is an entire universe, which changes every second. And yet, the only way to keep track of your steps, and check if your goals are not changed, is to look to the less reliable thing ever invented by man, pictures and texts. They are like a crumb's track, left-over the way, from there, to here, and from here to beyond.

This ruge theater was saved form demolition to become a bookStore, one of beautifully ones. The stage had been turned into a coffe place, with a piano aside to relax, read your news books enjoying the peace and quiet of that heavenly place.

There is something definitely sweet about melancholy. That light weight inside our chest when we are remembering old times, times we share with family, times we share between those that can not come back, anymore. Who invented the missing felling didn’t considered the distance. Some times bigger than kilometers or miles, but that road that goes over the horizon, not measured by any measure invented by men.

Going go Tel Aviv was a discovery time, in the middle in the desert, was a chill time, very cool, and the city was remarkable, with a large flee market, from products from Chine, cheap electronics, of course, but also, a couple of blocks from there, a lovely smaller market was selling the real treasure, handcrafted products, full of cultural essences. tel Aviv was an amazing discovery.