George Gordon Byron, aka Lord Byron

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

Statement

I am officially stuck in Brazil for over a year. I must leave!

Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land.

Jean Paul Sartre

Being and Nothingness, 1943

I am condemned to exist forever beyond my essence, beyond the causes and motives of my act. I am condemned to be free. This means that no limits to my freedom can be found except freedom itself or, if you prefer, that we are not free to cease being free.

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

U2

I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you

I have run I have crawled
I have scaled
these city walls
these city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire

I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of the devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for

I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colours will
bleed into one
bleed into one
But yes I'm still running

You broke the bonds and you loosed the chains
You carried the cross
And my shame
And my shame
You know I believe it
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for

Edgar Allan Poe

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Valentin Louis Georges Eugène Marcel Proust

In Search of Lost Time - The Prisioner, 1923

The only real voyage consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes; in seeing the universe through the eyes of another, one hundred others - in seeing the hundred universes that each of them sees, that each one of them is.

Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Southern Mail, 1929

Immobility enjoys each second stronger like a heart attack, and then life restarts.

Quotation of the day

Coming back is an ilusion. We´re always moving forward. Keep walking. Johnny Walker.

Cheers!

Leaving. On a jetplane!

To go. It´s the most important thing. No matter how. On foot, by car, by bus, train, boat or plane. Rockets I didn´t test yet. But if there´s anyone with experience in the area, please, fell welcome to share it.While travelling, there´s nothing like walking. To really know a place, to  make your feet touch each and every centimetre of the unknown. But there are distances that feet can´t reach. Either because they´re too tired, or because the time is too short. It doesn´t really matter.So, nothing better then hit the road driving. Taking control of everything. Of your time of departure, of arrival, stopping as many times as you want. Listening to whatever kind of music you choose, as high volumed as desired with no one to complain. And you can sing and yell or just keep as quiet as possible. There´s nothing like driving.But sometimes you don´t have an available car. So, between the bus and the train, I pick the train. But in Brazil, that´s not an option. So, let´s talk about the bus. You just sit there while the guy in front of you reclines his seat into your lap and the child sitting behind is kickboxing the back of your seat. When the bus makes a quick stop, after a 40 hour trip and a four hour mechanical problem in the middle of the cold night, there comes the jackfruit salesman. With a half opened jackfruit.If you´ve never heard of a jackfruit, just know that it has a terrible smell that in that occasion, just spread all over the place. Horrible.But sometimes, there are no other solutions. And there are people, like a friend of mine, that enters, sits and sleeps immediately. Even if a meteor would fall by her side, she´d only wake up on the destination. How lucky!Well, if there´s the train, there´s nothing to think about. On the train you may walk around and strech your legs, eat, go to the toilet and sometimes you don´t even have to pay it. You can also just admire the landscape through the window and perhaps, talk to the person sitting beside you, if he or she is interesting.By the way, in the Netherlands, there´s a paper on the trains where it´s possible to post adds and look after people you´ve meet in a trip sometime before. If I still recall what it said, it was somewhat like this: "I´m from The Hague and she´s from Breda. We had such a pleasant trip, talked about everything, especially about (something very specific that would let her recognise him), but I arrived and we couldn´t exchange phone numbers. I wish I could see her again." After that, that was some information about how to leave a message to the guy on the newspapers main offices. Could you picture this in a bus in Brazil?
Well, moving on, going to the boat. It´s wonderful, but very limited. But with the sun shining and the wind... Facing the waves is one of the few adrenaline situations that I like. What about a ship? Well, like a friend would say, c'est la classe! And a cruise, oulálá!Counting pros and cons, if it is for me to get out of where I am, I´ll go. But my only problem is my biggest addiction: airplanes.
People can say whatever they want, that planes crash every once in a while, that accidents with planes are more fatal then with other transports, there can be the child bumping against my seat or the drunk guy´s stincky feet in yopur face. There´s nothing like flying. I can´t help being on the ground for too long. I need to be in the air. See everything from up above, go further and faster. Nothing can go wrong. "If the cabin air system should fail, oxygen masks will be released from the panel just above your seat". Is there anything more comforting then knowing that your seat can float? It´s the risk you gotta take to discover new things. I have to get a plane urgently!

Begining...

Pra que fazer um blog? Para dizer o quê? Acho que todos nos sentimos estrangeiros, pelo menos uma vez na vida. Eu me sinto estrangeira sempre e em todos os lugares. E você?

Why make a blog? To say what? I guess we all felt like foreigners at least once in our lives. Me, I always feel like i don´t belong anywhere, like a foreigner all the time. How about you?

Pourquoi faire un blog? Pour quoi dire? Je crois que tous nous nous sommes sentis étrangers, au moins une fois dans la vie. Moi, je me sens une étrangère toujours et partout. Et toi?

Perchè fare un blog? Per dire cosa? Credo che tutti già ci siamo sentiti stragneri almeno una volta nella vita. Io mi sento stragnera tutto il tempo e dappertutto. E te?