The home

Every time I told that I felt at home, I referred to a sensation we feel so few times in the heart.

It’s a place where you can feel yourself special without doing something of special.

It’s a caress…a friendship… a love or a home, a town, a naturalist place where you can feel yourself well.

Some people say that soul remembers what it belonged to, and perhaps for this reason I cry when happen to listen choirs or when I listen nature noise like a waterfall and I can feel its freshness.

I want to believe in it but for prudence I decide to take care of all I love, so when I’II go back to essence my similar souls (my homes ☺️) could recognized me.