A fire. A group of people full of dreams. Blended together with food and wine.
They were playing music , creating a sound that was hitting your heart core. Under the stars in a foreign country, different languages , same needs. Connection.
I was closing my eyes, feeling the moment, travelling through time . Unique. And then a girl , singing so melodical that you were feeling so nice .
A sense of belonging .
How wonderful life is, I thought and what a sensation music is.
The notes were dancing in my ears synchronized and chaotic at the same time.
The moon and the waves as a background were like a painting.
Moments like this I will always treasure.
You know, in many years from now I hope I will be around a campfire, with marshmellows, telling my grandchildren that in another life , when I was young I lived a dream , I went in a faraway land , with a bag full of hopes and I found myself in a place where my heart was understood and my soul was dancing the rhythm of the life I had chosen.
A story that I hope will inspire them to do similar leaps of faith, to the unknown that will become the only reality they will want.
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