In The Buff With Older Women

Colombia

My journey in Colombia began a month ago. He wanted to be a great journey in search of the wisdom of this war-torn nation for centuries, a people of so many different ethnic backgrounds but united by a common destiny. Sitting at the table of my apartment in Rome I can distinctly taste the memories and it seems to me to go walking down there. Aracataca to breathe the smell of the pages written by Gabriel Garcia Marques, and they felt as if the voices of contributing in every corner of the street, as if we were magically landed in the mythical village of Macondo, where in a house out of the time you hear the sighs of Amaranta Ursula and Aureliano. In this magical place, the streets overlooked by the balconies of beautiful old colonial houses, colorful strokes of the flowers, which feels distinctly the smell of war and history, in this corner of the world in which we see towering up to challenge the sky and skyscrapers just beyond degradation and the mud of the slums, in this land incredibly rich in tradition and energy, I have tried the meaning of human life.

I found the scent of the sun rising on the horizon and caress the roofs of the cabins here in the suburbs, I felt the warmth of its rays on the bare dusty ground in Colombia, I saw the faces of beautiful women so that instead of envy or jealousy aroused in me only admiration and delight, I saw the mixture of colors so incredible that I did not think could be really, I heard the voice of freedom in the songs of children playing in bare feet, the warmth of the love of a mother forced from poverty to prostitute herself and selling her body to raise his son, the meaning of true happiness in guffaws of two girls jumping rope and have fun just like that, even gets on your clothing without the need to have expensive toys and the perfect playground.

Here I thought I would find answers to what happiness is and where does it lead the search for the meaning of our existence. I found the look of an old man sitting on the edge of a road and I saw the incredible light that reflected the eyes of the man who in life never had anything and never asked for anything more than that void, because in reality maybe he had it all.