Travelling back to myself
Today I met again the child that I ever was. And I still am.
A sweet sadness invaded my throat with the tears that I did not have
the courage to cry in the yesterday, and can now flow freely, because
fear has no longer hold on me.
She's a ... transparent and pure
child. With eyes full of words, and silences full of stories, that no
voice could express. The fleeting encounter with this forever innocent
little girl, made me make peace with all the images
in my head: the yesterdays, the tomorrows, and especially this eternal
Now, which embraces me from all sides, which makes me feel welcome in
this context of changes that we call Life.
With a sweet smile, I
sent my gratitude to Above. There, where the beginning and the end meet
each other. There, where I came from. My house. Eternity...
Graca Bastos.
24 August 2013