Every now and again, I come here and I spill some words into this canvas. Most of the times I am melancholic and eager to share with the universe what is going on with my life.
About a week ago, I was struck by a bolt of light in a human form. The chemistry took a few hours to kick in but when it did, I became smitten for this palindrome.
For the love of a palindrome!
I am trapped in the emotional response that surfaces upon listening to the musical chords of the "All the best memories are hers" theme.
I am immediately taken by the memory of feeling nostalgia. Not for anything in specific but just for the essence of what it feels like to be nostalgic... That Portuguese word Saudade that seems to cause ripples beyond borders and let the gaze of the soul of the wanderers that come here to appreciate the essence of what is Portugal.
What is Portugal?
A name?
A 975 years old idea?
A small rectangle on the western shores of Europe?
What do we recall of our heritage?
How proud are we of what we have achieved as a people, a nation?
How greatful are we to all those other people who were of paramount importance to let us get so far?
What are indeed the merits of a collective memory? The idea of a shy but intrepid people that is willing to take the elements and taim them into a new way for the world...
My best memory
Is still unwritten.
A memory where a lot more value will be cherished by what means to be human than for what it stands to accomplish wealth.
What memory is this anyway...