El viaje es interior. Uno camina hacia adentro.
El viaje es sentir y ver, y uno ve y siente lo que quiere.
El viaje tambien es recuerdo, y esta presente en cada paso.
El viaje no se hace, te hace, te alimenta, te inspira.
El viaje rie y llora...y vuelve a reir.
En un viaje la maleta se carga, pero no pesa.
En un viaje siempre hay algo que no desvanece...
...y ese algo es Basile, mi hijo.Basile, my son. The trip is introspective, one walks towards oneself. The trip is feeling and seeing, and one sees whatever one feels like seeing. The trip brings back a lot of memories, at every step one makes. You don't make a trip, it's the trip that makes you, that nourishes and inspires you. The trip laughs and cries...and laughs again. During a trip the luggage becomes bigger, but not heavier. During a trip there is a presence in ones thoughts that never vanishes...and that, for me, is Basile, my son.
