Days pass by according our way of living, although they always look like they go so fast and with them life keeps going to it´s final destination.
Sometimes when i am sitting in front of this white empty piece of white paper, ready to put some words on it, for those that want to share my days, i feel that i am not sure what they want to read, and at the same times in life some things happend and they are just impossible to explain.
Those things that just they make us happy, we share , we dream, we laughf, we cry, we just there on the right moment for the Friendship, this word that sometimes make people´s inseparable, today´s id like to talk about a lovelly history, far, very far from all that lots of people want to hear, very often people likes to hear about pain , about the dificulties of the adventure, this adventure that will never have them selves, well i am sorry today´s it wont be like this.
While i was in Canadá, i´ve meet another traveller like me he´s name is Ryo, he´s from Japan, and he´s crossing Canada from west to east with hes bicycle, why? he does for a good reason, to prouve hes alcoholic brother , that when we are commited on doing something we can do it, and i think is a great way to help he´s brother to get out form hes own Hell, when he left he talled me about one familly in Micchigan that helped him, and they may help me too, they live in Marquette a pretty town on the shores of the magnificent lake Superior, when i arrived there i didn´t doubt on calling them, and not long later here she was!! Rita´s with her fancy black car and her lovely white hair, as it happens many times when people´s sees you for the first time , they look at you from the top to the bottom, like making one X-ray of you and deciding if you are good enaughf to be invited in their nest,well, Rita´s didn´t ,she just hugged me like she new me forever, and it was long time that we havent seen each other, and it was just there when a lovely friendship story started.
I had shared wonderful times with her and her husband Glenn´s, this man that i have no words to descrive hes modesty and huge gratitude, and the reality was that not longuer later i felt they where my family too, actually today´s i call them Mom and Dad,yes dears, friendship this word that sometimes makes dreams comming thruth and makes sadness like it was a simply little detail.
With them i have learned more about the wish of wanting to help, with them i have shared their friends like Jennifer or Paulette and her husband Steve that also where so interested on Gambada, and at the same time they blowed fresh air to it, anyway i could talk hours about it, but again , me i am the ones that always leave, that bird that only passes trough, and fights to make this memories become a big smile, and suddentlly the time for leaving arrived, this sad moment that i never know what to do, but i had a calm look and an steady voice, the journey is still to long for looking back, but in my sad solitude sometimes i can really feel that i will see all of them again.
Michigan offered me the wonder of it´s forests and lakes, and other people´s like Christine and Bob thet invited me in their motel in Sagola,just great feelings while i am sharing with the nature those changing colors of trees that welcomes Fall´s season, it´s windy and cold, but is great to feel the fresh air that caresses my face with all the freedom.
Every single day when i am triying hard to have the strengh of beeing or doing something different, i can see those landscapes and those people´s that i love just making me live happy, becouse neither i like or not i´ll never know whats gonna be tomorrow.
Leaving the forests, and heading into Wisconsin state,a land of rolling hills, that in my solitude sometimes i dream of a better world , or just something less simple like seeing a moose or a black bear, but the only thing i see, are those ugly coloured plastic signs breacking the wonder of the nature , those signs of those people´s that want the power, Jack for sheriff, Jhon for senator and so on and on, and some times in my free world i get so cross that makes me express wild my feelings,(Sorry mrs Olson to write over your board, but i am sure that if you understand my feelings you´ll forgive me ).
And this is how i am keep fighting against the wind and telling to all the politics that no matter wich kind of weapon they will use , they will never gonna be able to kill the words.
One very cold night outside i caressed the feathers that Full Moon gaved me before she died of overdose in her indian reserve, and into the sad silence i could realise that the real succes on life isn´t the money, is just having the chance to laughf with those that we love, the chance to have the respect and gratitude of inteligent people´s, the thruth love of the kids, and all the wonder around us, but i guess for me the most important is, that i´ll leave this world knowing that somebodys can live better becouse of my help.
Me actually today i am living better, becouse of the extremlly gratitude of Rita´s Hodgins and her husband Glenn´s C.Van Neste,that i cant mesure the size of their hearts but if i had to do it , i am sure that they would be bigger that the lake superior, so dears this time the adventure doesn´t talk about war, ilnnesses, futbol, politics, it just talks about friendship, and i only have to say many thanks to them, also to their daugther Amy, to their son and wife Travis and Wendy, also to Paulette and her husband Steve to forget a bit about politics and believing in a better world, and the good will.
Thanks so much Ryo to have putted me so close of the friendship, and i really wish you´ll succed on your goal, now i just have to keep believing on dreams and making them happen, becouse if you fear life and you look for comfort and security, you already lost the battle.
A big smile , today is a beautiful day…
HEALTH AND GOOD JOURNEY, NANDO.
THE BETTER MOMENTS OF LIFE THEY COME ITSELVES, DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE WAITING FOR THEM..