There is no better joy luggage. Today I want to raise the cup of dreams and give them new. I uncork nostalgia, Pour the drink up and celebrate life one day we reach out to the world, and the world was waiting… irreducible with joy.
Now we eat polvorones crisis, now they take away the salary for sadness, Now that we shed the 2012 as one leaves the hospital, now, as, I appeal to the pantry of days toured. Because that's not what we can remove. That is, life on the road, names and the shock of scenery. Each path leaves a strong trace in memory, is an investment forever. Do not miss.
Once I turned the world, what things. I did it in the company of Alfonso Negrón and José Luis Feliu. Today I toast them, by infinite faith, by his spirit incombustible. Nothing is more difficult to hit with travel companions. "Enough" to find honest people, Restless souls… and joy. They made the journey a party of two and only they know how precious your baggage. We millionaires with empty pockets. Today I am a teenager thirties, hove a journalist. A happy man.
Perhaps, the real adventure is to trust others.
Perhaps, the real adventure is to trust others. Whenever we took a chance in the world of emotions and always find someone willing to invent a reason to celebrate, there is the reward. Here's to them, by men and women who rushed the road at night with laughter, Asynchronous dances by Moscow, de Suazilandia or Distrito Federal. Toast in a drink fit for all purposes, because sharing a bottle means, sometimes, share the burden of a trip. We recommend drinking, yes, with alcohol moderation… but in many places.
Today, it's Christmas, also provided by the scoundrels that do not support themselves in a mirror. Here's the Dream Stealers, because they are so miserable that they are left: trade with foreign dreams. Here's the cowards, by greedy, by liars, by mediocre, by recognizing in this paragraph. My condolences to all those who aspire to have money only. Poor…
We pursue illusions, because in the chimera of search horizons, always reach a place to stop over.
On trips back in time to bring back on the maps. We pursue illusions, because in the chimera of search horizons, always reach a place to stop over. It is time to change course, to feel that it can, to laugh at the misfortune. A year ago, did with my good friend Javier Brandoli a toast in the shape of Africa. Today writes from his desires fulfilled Mozambique. Ricardo and Ana Linares Coarasa complete the core of VAP. With them and with the enthusiasm of the first day toasted continue telling stories. We provide for you, we read, you travel with us, you dream with us. Thanks for sharing the journey.
Whole-hearted, we wish you a Merry Christmas… full of joy.
