Love co-created in the mountains of Portugal – Barill De Alva

So i took the fork in the road…

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I knew that she wrote, but it was the night that i took her hand that she showed me her words.

Sofia writes in Italian.

We used google translate to turn her words into English.

She insists that what she writes is much more beautiful in Italian.

Italian is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful languages in the world.

I think that the translation

retains the wonder of her mind.

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I love. simply I am alive, and I feel I must love.

Myself, and those around me.

Starting from small birds, locked in their cages, waiting to fly and go through the clouds to small branches where they rest a little.

I love the lady in the coffee that does nothing but love her life and prepare us these delicious sweets.

I love the African beauty.

Their eyes, their smile their will to fight for their lives, their respect, their warmth and their dignity.

I do nothing but love life despite I have nothing.

I see the smiles of children on the street, I see humility, recognize life, the embrace and the love.

– Sofia Hajioui

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The same day that i took the path with her, Sofia lost her job because she didn’t take working in a call centre, 7 hours a day, 5 days a week, for 3 euros an hour, seriously enough.

We celebrated that night by dancing together to live African Music at an apartment in Lisboa that has been turned into a venue.

And we booked two tickets to an island for five days off the coast of Morocco.

But destiny had another story in store for us….

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A cold breeze woke us up and we ended up living next to each other.

We gaped as if it were the last time, and we are surprised of the great energy that keeps us united.

We are here together for the event.

Simply because life wanted us to see how the amokre both powerful and magical.

We have breakfast and we feed ourselves of our adventurous spirit.

Who knows what awaits us today.

This uncertainty makes it our most intense vibrations.

 We wash.

We settle the bed and we are ready to exit.

But we still have something to give.

Our eyes seek and our bodies are desired.

Pleasant emotion of letting go.

We make love one more time.

We stare, we travel in our heads and infiltrate us in our worlds.

 It is all so natural.

Outside there is a gray weather.

Clouds wilted and sad.

But we are surprised when we go out.

New colors and scents.

It’s sunny now, few noises.

Only our breaths enjoying the pleasant autumn breeze.

It looks like a painting drawn for us.

The trees are tall and he told me some stories about them.

He says they are of Australian origin.

We walk all the way with cold feet.

In this area of Portugal it is colder and it was a long time since I lived the fall.

I almost like having to cover this to feel good.

My eyes relive the past by fixing this scenario so rural.

The abbandonte houses, the vegetable garden, chickens remind me of my childhood and I s relive the simple moments of my life.

I feel that I need this simplicity and this love to return in myself and feel so good

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Mi accoglie un caldo sole in quest’autunno dai colori scoloriti .

Le sfumature degli alberi contrastano con I Verdi alber.

Nell’aria si respira tranquillita e la mia anima rinasce.

Perche non ci chiediamo piu spesso perche ci sentiamo cosi liberi dentro , quando stiamo in silenzio seduti sull’erba a contemplare un fantastico scenario naturale?

Siamo troppo abituati a stare in un microcosm creato dall’uomo per distruggere la vera essenza umana. Le trope parole non ci rappresentano.

Erano anni che non mi fermavo cosi.

Libera da ogni preconcetto .

Solo respiro e mi sento dentro .

Mi esprimo scrivendo perche e l’unica arte che mi rappresenta.

Molto spesso la nostra vera essenza non si mostra all’occhio umano. Tendiamo a non riconoscerci  fratelli.

Ma lo siamo. Viviamo tutti le stesse paure, le stesse emozioni.

La natura ci riporta a noi stessi e ci accoglie senza chiedere nulla in cambio.

Solo apprezzamento.

Siamo realmente a casa solo nella vastita del mare, degli alberi, dei tramonti.

Solo allora I nostril occhi si sorprendono , si animano ,

AMANO

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I accommodates a hot sun in this fall Dai faded colors.

The Shades of contrastano trees with the green trees.

In the air it breathes tranquility and my soul is reborn.

Why do not we ask more often because we feel so free in, when WE quietly Sitting on the grass to contemplate a wonderful natural scenery?

We are too accustomed a glimpse into the microcosm of the United Nations Created by man to destroy the true Human essence.

The trope of words do not represent us.

What were years I did not stop so.

Free EVERY bias.

Single breath and I feel inside.

I express myself by writing because it is the only art That represents me.

Very often our true essence does not show Human eye.

We tend not to recognize us brothers.

But we’re not.

All live in the same fears, the same emotions.

The nature there Restore a Sameness in us and welcomes us without asking anything in return.

Only appreciation.

We are really a solo home In the vastness of the sea, the trees, the sunsets.

Only then I nostril eyes are surprised, they Enliven,

LOVE

 


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Mi accoglie un caldo sole in quest’autunno dai colori scoloriti .

Le sfumature degli alberi contrastano con I Verdi alber.

Nell’aria si respira tranquillita e la mia anima rinasce.

Perche non ci chiediamo piu spesso perche ci sentiamo cosi liberi dentro , quando stiamo in silenzio seduti sull’erba a contemplare un fantastico scenario naturale?

Siamo troppo abituati a stare in un microcosm creato dall’uomo per distruggere la vera essenza umana. Le trope parole non ci rappresentano.

Erano anni che non mi fermavo cosi.

Libera da ogni preconcetto .

Solo respiro e mi sento dentro .

Mi esprimo scrivendo perche e l’unica arte che mi rappresenta.

Molto spesso la nostra vera essenza non si mostra all’occhio umano. Tendiamo a non riconoscerci  fratelli.

Ma lo siamo. Viviamo tutti le stesse paure, le stesse emozioni.

La natura ci riporta a noi stessi e ci accoglie senza chiedere nulla in cambio.

Solo apprezzamento.

Siamo realmente a casa solo nella vastita del mare, degli alberi, dei tramonti.

Solo allora I nostril occhi si sorprendono , si animano ,

AMANO

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It rained all night.

The noise of the rain did not stop; it woke me from my dreams.

This morning we welcomed a different noise, the wind blows hard and shakes the trees.

A peaceful silence reigns in the house.

It udiscono only uccelini this soundtracked quieted beautiful region.

This is the fourth day and I think of that domain back in Lisbon.

I no longer remember how to live so hectic in a big city.

Here everyone takes their time.

Everything runs very slow.

Every minute is lived.

We never know what time it is.

It does not concern us.

Here, we manage time ourselves, it does not manage us.

Corey writes or rather repeats what he has already written as if to emphasize a concept, relive the excitement of writing, reread and surprising.

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Ha piovuto tutta la note.

Il rumore della pioggia non ha smesso di destarmi dai miei sogni.

Questa mattina un rumore diverso ci accoglie.

Il vento che soffia forte e fa vibrare gli alberi.

Regna un silenzio pacifico in casa .

Si udiscono solo gli uccelini chef anno da colonna sonora in queta splendida regione.

Questo e il quarto giorno e credo che domain ritorneremo a Lisbona.

Ormai non ricordo piu come si vive in modo frenetico in una grande citta.

Qui ognuno si prende il proprio tempo.

Tutto scorre molto lento.

 Ogni minute viene vissuto.

Non sappiamo mai che ore sono.

Non ci riguarda. Qui il tempo lo gestiamo noi.

Corey scrive o meglio ricalca cio che ha scritto precedentemente come se volesse ribadire un concetto, rivivere l’emozione della scrittura, rileggersi e sorprendersi.

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This nature welcomes my soul in turmoil and I am refreshed.

I cooked some good spaghetti for all of us and it ‘was a pleasure to receive the appreciation of all.

Corey smiled and caressed me.

Small gestures but they are special and dedicated they felt.

I read in his eyes the love.

The cold that stings me reminds me that I do not really miss the winter.

It’s not a season that I love but ….

Corey appears from nowhere and hugs me.

This hot senimento that welcomes me.

He asks me if I’m okay and he apologizes for his detachment due to being sick.

 And so nice his his touch.

Simple and sweet sharing of space and time.

Warm and tipiedo fire that keeps us united in silence.

The little fingers that caress the sweet and soft fur of a dog that after so much excitement to find refreshment in human arms.

Steven lights a cigarette and he looks so calm, so quiet.

We all listen together, united, only to the sound of a chainsaw in the winter paddock below.

Someone’s out there is cutting wood for a cozy time like we’re having here.

Thomas has his arms folded.

I don’t know why.

I read in his face despair, pain and loneliness.

He is a Danish man, who for the first time in his life, has run out of money, it destroys him.

There are candles lit everywhere.

My soul rests…

Corey’s face radiates happiness.

Karen’s eyes are bright and her smile opens hearts.

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Maybe it ‘s fate or maybe not.

But the beauty of this moment annebia The senses.

Why, we are so unprepared when we are so happy?

So full of life.

The little nuances of the clouds, the azzurino color that distinguishes the sky, the variety ‘of vegetation, small reddish cassettes.

All these elements make my current visual more alive, more full of love.

And then I turn around …. And I see in his big blue eyes all the simplicity of the world.

The heart explodes.

All the energy I am filled with the body, the soul and the heart.

I cannot control my every action.

All comes from instinct … and when I see him write and express his emotions on paper my love for him increases.

A passion we share.

A likeminded energy invades our Bodies.

They are simply inspired by the simplicity of the world.

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