chegada a lisboa

slowly, i'm settling in: as i start unpacking, my mind wonders on this old new place, full of memories of a former self that will never come back

a map on my hand, with some stories and places, but mostly undrawn with sketches, projects, dreams and hopes, starts uncovering a restless, almost silent, desire to call this place home

the traveller is still here: this is not, by any chance, the last stop;

however, this is the birth of something unfamiliar so far: a port from where, as thousands of men hundred years ago, i can always leave and return with new stories, discoveries and experiences to share