Day 1.0

Rio São Paulo London three cities habitate me no where. All over the world 6 million people shout their desire to live at a sane world We are still not a majority but oh so beautiful this Resistance If only I could tell me exactly which is the way to go Right or Wrong with the same clarity. But then at that march I understand some were there by instinct, by ideology, by fun, a mixture of themall. A place to live will always cut a part of me. A language, a vocation, nature. Both: festive hope. oh so delicate.
Yesterday, in front of this beach where I grew up, I felt stranger to myself. I shouted the same shouts, I shared a moment, but I could not ignore the bitter-sweet taste of melancholy. A choice was being made. And at this one, I had no voice.

Card of the day: l´étoile