We travel for many reasons, for infinite interests, to work, to expand our knowledge, to find oneself, to find a contact with nature, with people. We travel for love, to be free, to live.
Everyone traveling in their own way and according to their possibilities, the important thing is to have the spirit to move, learn and discover. For some travel is a necessity, a desire that comes from the soul to be able to go to places you desire and discover new horizons.
"But the real travelers start to leave and just: hearts light, like balloons that only the case moves eternally, they always say "Let's go", and do not know why. Their desires are in the shape of the clouds."
I love traveling and this is well known, but may not know how I'm in love with planes and airports. I could spend hours and hours, lying on a grass, watching the white streak of a plane cut high in the blue sky, dreaming of being up there in the clouds of desires, live in some kind of latitude, meridian, parallel of this planet.
Airports are places of meetings of flying objects, that make you closer to the sky, always the goal of man. A meeting place for different people, people of all nationalities, cultures and religions, people everywhere. People leave and people arriving. People greet family and friends. People leaving for a long period or forever. People arriving for the first time in a place unknown to them.
The airport is full of life, of coming and going, full of happiness and sadness. The airport is one of those places where I would spend the days, so even without starting, just to watch the people, imagine their state, and to watch the planes ready for take-off, with the roll of engines that makes me so mad .
The airport is a mingling of travelers and dreamers, my place. In the airport you are already in the sky even before boarding the plane.
Everyone traveling in their own way and according to their possibilities, the important thing is to have the spirit to move, learn and discover. For some travel is a necessity, a desire that comes from the soul to be able to go to places you desire and discover new horizons.
"But the real travelers start to leave and just: hearts light, like balloons that only the case moves eternally, they always say "Let's go", and do not know why. Their desires are in the shape of the clouds."
I love traveling and this is well known, but may not know how I'm in love with planes and airports. I could spend hours and hours, lying on a grass, watching the white streak of a plane cut high in the blue sky, dreaming of being up there in the clouds of desires, live in some kind of latitude, meridian, parallel of this planet.
Airports are places of meetings of flying objects, that make you closer to the sky, always the goal of man. A meeting place for different people, people of all nationalities, cultures and religions, people everywhere. People leave and people arriving. People greet family and friends. People leaving for a long period or forever. People arriving for the first time in a place unknown to them.
The airport is full of life, of coming and going, full of happiness and sadness. The airport is one of those places where I would spend the days, so even without starting, just to watch the people, imagine their state, and to watch the planes ready for take-off, with the roll of engines that makes me so mad .
The airport is a mingling of travelers and dreamers, my place. In the airport you are already in the sky even before boarding the plane.