As children (for some of us, especially for me), fairy tales seem faithfully real and we want so much (at least I wanted to), to dive into those magical stories and be empowered, or fall in love, or be forcibly locked up by a beast (not really)! Anyway, I always thought that the princesses and me had everything in common, the desire to show who we are, to fall in love with life, to be real.And when we grow up, life, others, or ourselves, kill this magic coldly and slowly within us. Little by little we gave ourselves to automation. I wake up and fill my iron pieces with oil so that I can move to my unchanging unhappiness.But moving was never a monster for me, on the contrary, I always imagined it as a frighteningly charming fairy that takes me to beautiful places that I will never forget and that I will grow up.I never thought I could forget this fairy, or kill it, I never thought I could forget my dreams, which was to know the world and believe in a better reality for me. I forgot my grandiose dreams and gave in to the cold everyday. I forgot that I wanted to win an Oscar, how could I think about it by taking three extremely hot and suffocating buses?Some get used to it, some like the unpleasantness of the automatic. It just isn't for me, as Barbara says: "Don't tell me not to fly, I just need it, if I fall, it will be me and not you".I had become accustomed to my current self: Sad and without dreams, without color, until the breath of summer carnival fills my chest with news and adventures, that someone like me would never think about living.It's time to live a fairy tale, in the real world.
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BRIDGES- Brazil and Netherlands (the others).
AdventureA Brazilian, who found another version of himself, in a Dutch. And pieces of it, in Ecuador, Peru, Argentina, Germany. Without even traveling. It is about who has aerial roots and it is about who flies, without wings.
