Welcome home man.

Although I said that's not my habit write in english, the words flow easily this way. Traveling always inspires me. I belive that inspires every one if you dont get sick or sleep the whole time. These last four days I spent time with my family and folks, really good stuff. Perhaps I' am too nostalgic and saudosist now, but thats a good part of me. Life can't be fullfilled without people to love, care, worry and even, those you never know what kind of feelings you feel about. When I walked through the door, I felt home. The same mobile and smell, but a different air. An air which I no long make part. The same home, but another being. A visitant with new stories, expectations, a suitcase and oh! a moustache. Stories that include a reflex, too similar, but far to be an image. With thoughts and words and worlds. Also a new and great and indecipherable someone. This I'll try to describe later. No, better dont even try. The question here is: Where I do belong?