Days came that I don't want to rush

So we moved to our 'home sweet home' finally. Yes, after some time in Bogor and a sometimes frustrating wait for a place to live in, we concluded that we wanted something else than that big city in Java island. So we moved to a village very near Ubud in Bali island. There are surely some other considerations that weighted our decision to move islands and, in the end, it all resumes to what we felt it was the best for all of us. Here we are now for more than a week living in a quiet and inspiring place and feeling much better!

I also want to share something else with you guys. Rainy season has started and with it the feeling of taking a break from writing in Days. I just want to take a break of the feeling of wanting to post and not finding the time. But I also want to pursue other interests that I have that lately urge to become more real. I still be posting photos so I hope, so this is not an end, just a pause in writing. I will still delight you with beautiful tropical images!

The other day Li asked me to read her a beautiful book that we brought with us from Amsterdam. It came in the treasure box of familiar things. It's a beautiful story written by Alice Vieira (a Portuguese writer) that always leaves me with a lump in my throat and makes me shade some tears. We can also listen to the story which has been made even more beautiful by the music of Eurico Carrapatoso (a Portuguese composer). I'll share with you the beginning of it:

"De cada vez que acaba a chuva, o vento, as tardes escuras e as manhas geladas, ha uma voz que rompe das raizes das arvores adormecidas e entra no coracao das pessoas.

Entao as pessoas abrem os olhos devagar, muito devagarinho porque a voz que agora as habita lhes murmura: _ Chegou o tempo de nao ter pressa. 

E os dias duram muito mais, porque o sol se deixa ficar pendurado no ceu durante muito mais tempo, e estende os seus bracos e entra na terra, na areia da praia, no cabelos das maes, nos gelados que se derretem nas maos das criancas.(...)"

"Each time the rain, the wind, the dark evenings and the frozen mornings end, there is a voice that breaks from the roots of sleeping trees and enters the heart of people.

So people open their eyes slowly, very slowly because the voice that inhabits them now whispers:_ It's time now not to rush.

And the days last much longer, because the sun stays dangling in the sky for much longer, and reaches out his arms into the earth, into the sand on the beach, into the hair of mothers, into the ice cream that melts in the hands of children.(...)" 

The book: "A arca do tesouso" with beautiful illustrations from Joao Fazenda (a Portuguese illustrator)