January 12th, 2019
I returned from my vacation a few days ago, so, struggling with the
fatigue of almost ten hours of flight, half an hour by taxi and three by bus, I
returned to my beautiful city, Santiago de los Caballeros, wrapped in a cloud
of dreams.
Without feeling the transition, I began to attend urgent matters. I spent the next day solving situations related to my job, in the meanwhile,
I spoke with family and friends, transiting between the oneiric and the real.
Today while organizing my home office, I found a souvenir with the image
of Christ the Redeemer. Suddenly, it was as if I had awakened and I said out
loud:
- Yes, I was in Rio!
Everything happened before me like a lightning bolt, I ascended on the
same day to the hill of Corcovado and to the hill Sugar Loaf (Pão de Açúcar), then I walked through
the white sands of Copacabana.
- Yes, I was in Rio!
Caipirinha, sun, people, sand, beach, churrasco, more people ... more
and more people.
- Yes, I was in Rio!
On the night of December 31, I dressed in white to be in tune with the Cariocas and for seventeen minutes I was
watching the most impressive fireworks show that my eyes have seen. During that
time, I did not think of anything other than the fires, the city expected more
than two million tourists and I was one of them.
The next day, there was only the memory of the party, some people who
might not have been able to reach their homes lay asleep on the sidewalks.
It seemed that everything I had wanted had been completed, however,
something was missing, I had to prepare to travel again to a place that, until
now, none of my characters has visited: São Paulo.
When I arrived, the city seemed asleep, perhaps recovering from the
celebrations of end of year. This allowed me to wander calmly and peacefully
through its museums, its parks, its streets until I fell completely in love
with it.
I dreamed of going to Rio ... now I know that I must return to São
Paulo.
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