Wise is who turns the existence monotone, for then each small incident has a privilege of wonder. The lion hunter has no adventure after the third lion. For my monotonous cook, a slap scene on the street always has something of modest apocalypse. Who never left Lisbon travels to the infinity in the car until Benfica, and if one day they go to Sintra, it feels like traveling to Mars. The traveler who traveled all the world, after five thousand miles, does not find any news, they only find new things; once mone the novelty, the oldness of the eternal new, but the abstract concept of novelty stayed at sea with the second one.
Fernando Pessoa
(Thanks to Grazi, Roraldo and to the little Laurinha, who was frightened by the birds.)
