Every dream realized is a little death. The desire's death. And you cannot help but feeling a bit sad and a bit lost. What do I do now? Where to go? Why I feel sad if I managed to realize my goal? Those are normal questions and feelings for the ones who think and for the same ones there is always a new objective to place on this empty place. New plans, new objectives and new goals to get, our energy is renewed and we find the strengh to fight for the things we want again.
Those reflections make me think about the French word for orgasm. The trembling bodies find the 'petite mort' or the 'little death' and if there is not any kind of love between them, they just want to be alone and feel their emptyness.
On my last day travelling in Europe I asked a friend to take me to see the nature in Oslo. He kindly drove me around a river's route and stopping here and there to see the beautiful landscape half covered by snow at this early beggining of November. We found this beautiful cemitery. This moment was very symbolic to me. Visiting Norway is something I dreammed about for years and to be there was not easy and that's why I value it even more!
This beautiful wish realized I buried right here. And there is enough caves to all my new-born dreams...
I'm back in Brazil with the feeling that there are still many beautiful roads surrounded by exotic trees waiting to be discovered by me!
I'm sure that the snow will never make my heart cold. I felt good and refreshed when the snow touched my skin. The cold sometimes hurted my hands, it's true. But to be there is what I wanted and it's my job to learn how to like this sensation.
And I will be back soon because I have the feeling that I could be happy there, living in a simple house with two horses called Vento and Tempestade.
Thanks for being unforgettable, Norway !
