“To travel is to leave home is to leave the friends is to try to fly. Flying meeting new branches walking roads is to try to change. To travel is dress as madmen is to say “I don’t mind” is to want to come back. To return valuing the little enjoying a drink is the desire to start. To travel is to feel poet write a letter is to want to hug. Hug when you reach the door missing the calm is to allow being kissed.
To travel is to become worldy is to meet another people is to start again. Starting offering your hand learning from the stronger is to feel loneliness. To travel is to leave home is to dress like a madman saying everything and nothing with a postcard. Is to sleep in another bed feel that the time is short to travel is to come back.