For some years now, way in the world, often in places far from the comforts, from the certainties and civilization. But Transamerica was a different experience, I like the way home, I was welcomed like a mother, giving me incomparable landscapes, people, rare and forgotten humanity. I got the hot sun, strong winds and heavy rain. I enjoyed total freedom, no plans, no schedules, sometimes aimlessly. Nature has opened up its ancient soul, and her femininity. The Camino Austral, how often I repeat it was a fascinating experience and 'impressive the amount of water that is present there. For me, water is synonymous with femininity is the cradle of the world is home not only of the fetus before birth, but a safe haven and relaxing in human life. And the Chilean Patagonia expresses a very strong femininity, the water surrounds you, caresses you, makes you partaker of itself, makes you feel like a man. You whispers forgotten words, still dreams to dream, invites you to know you better. It then becomes an extreme traveler, a man without land, an aesthetic of the world and its people, and walking paths on a road that could be of any premises, any anything. A man on the run, fleeing from civilization, by poisons, by appearances, exasperated by the technology and perhaps from himself. A man looking for a different relationship with the world, with nature and with himself. A man in search of solitude and silence, noises and new smells, people and nations.
PS In Wherein day Chile was devastated by the earthquake, the people of Chile has been subjected to so many tragedies over the years, slowly, painfully even be able to recover by the latest disaster.
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