From where the rivers start, the search begins
After all, farewells are always the collapsing of comfort
And only the supplications of those who remain
In the ears of those who take on this challenge
Neither one nor the other knows
That this sailing is already a prediction of death
Since the heat of that goodbye is extinguished
And the hands that promised to stay together are loosened
Fate begins to rewrite itself
Because, no matter what, the future is never suspended
This temporal hiatus between departure and return
Will be filled by whatever reality chooses
But let go the adventurers who settle on the horizon
Retaining them will never be a viable option for their growth
There are learnings that are not taught but lived
For it only comes to understand the dark side of the fire’s heat
The unwary who dare to let themselves be burned
Such departure is always initiated with the ambition of returning
After all, we all have our Ithaca
But that return is always an odyssey full of challenges
There are so many mermaids capable of enchanting and bewildering them
There are treacherous places where germinates the will to put down roots
But in none of these sojourns will they experience a feeling of completeness
Adventurers will lose parts of who they were wherever they go
And graft onto themselves so much of what they fortuitously find
Never knowing if from these grafts will blossom flowers or pain
This is, after all, the drama of the citizen who wanders around
It has at his fingertips everything the world promises,
If it accepts to let his home slip through his fingers
And those that at the end return home are no longer the ones that left
It died who they were yesterday but, with luck,
Will survive the will to continuously reinvent who they are
And to resurrect, every day, a wiser version of themselves
That finally understands that there is as much boldness in staying as in leaving