Smell of hot wet sand and the sound of thunder. Aroma of coffee, French bread with butter. Bicycles in the garage, unlimited video games and glasses of nescau. The Serra do Mar on the horizon, heat, lots of heat or cold, lots of cold. The taste, landscapes, sounds, smell and touch of home are unmistakable, aren’t they?
How nice it is to come back home after a trip. Everything can be different for a few hours, a few days, even a few months, but the certainty that we can come back home is always comforting. Everything will be there, as it always was.
Can you list what this everything is? What at home makes you feel that you are at home? What is the first place you spot on the horizon when you’re driving back that fills you with relief and makes your hands relax on the steering wheel because you know you are already there, even before arriving?
This song makes me think a lot about this. I can’t define today what home is. It’s interesting this feeling, and uncontrollable too. When I am in any place that’s not the house I live in today with Joana I miss her and that house a lot. But sometimes, when I’m in this house, I miss places that don’t even exist anymore. I miss people who don’t even remember that I exist. But I also enjoy and appreciate the place I call home today.
Anyway, I really like to think, and songs that carry meditation are my favorites. And meditation by itself is not to find an end, an answer, but to move us from one place to another. This is one of the songs that moves me.
