The here and now. Carpe Diem

It may happen that when the doors are already open and there is no prohibition or lock before the immensity of the offer, so vast and suggestive waiting to be lived, that one does not feel like making use and enjoyment, because it is enough to know he is free to do so when he pleases. 

Today, suddenly, seeing myself without barriers, with the doors open to continue biting into the planet, I wanted to stay. Precisely because the imperative to travel seemed banal, who would have thought, and I found no more beautiful destination than the here and now. I think this time I'm staying. Because I do, because I want to. Because my trip this time is small, at least in meters traveled, but enormously revealing and serene. While the global economy asks me for euphoria to recover, I need to feel again the pleasure of the little things, tasting the usual smells from curiosity, enjoying the shadows of the trees as a great privilege, and feeling how my eyes reconnect with the colors that have always made them vibrate.

Today I choose to fold in a pocket all that sky that is offered to me and that world eager to be explored that is offered to me and that I missed so much when I could not embrace it, and with all that to my supply, to slow down.

Allow me to take off my shoes, to lie down, to breathe and to listen to myself in my freedom to stay in my place, close, here, caressing the field of all my days and the objects of my most daily poems.

A glass, a fork, a vase, a small and delicate print. Maybe today, when I am free to travel, I don't travel, because there is a part of me that is enjoying not feeling chains. 

The world is in turmoil, hurt, strange. Maybe not-traveling is a way to alleviate it and give it a hand.

In the meantime, let no one take away from us the joy of living moments and objects with a new intensity that brings together everything we have learned, the promise of what is to come, but above all, knowing how to value the most important thing, that which by now we must have learned, which is Carpe Diem, the here and now. 

"Every now and then life kisses us on the mouth" sang Serrat, and I think it's time to enjoy that kiss, and return it with love and gratitude.

Welcome, Manuelas, to this little reflection. A small trip to a tender spot in the soul where what is truly important, because it is so close and everyday, takes on vital relevance.