Asuncion
Some thoughts of my last day in Asuncion…
The time was coming to an end.
The anxiety grew by the thought of leaving.
I started to see greener the green and found beautiful the uneven shapes of the uneven streets of the uneven city.
So I enjoyed a walk by myself thru downtown.
I talked to most of the street vendors approaching me…
I approached some.
I was trying to read in their hands their story, their life, their thoughts and their feelings.
It was easy to connect with most of them, most smiled at me, one even share her empanada recipe with me.
I was leaving Asuncion soon, painfully soon.
I was trying to hold on to the last moment, trying to make it eternal.
Went to buy the last souvenirs, take the last photographs, see the river for the last time.
I sat down and just looked around, there was so much to see…I even saw a suit and tie man preaching…nobody was listening, I was.
I was broken inside but wanted to leave Asuncion in a happy way, I started walking again, smiling again, fixing all the images in my mind to take them with me.
And so, I want to remember Asuncion, the golden way, the beautiful way, the happy way…and so is my life with ups and downs but always with the remembrance of those days that I keep with me.
That was my last day in Asuncion, that was my last impression, my last perception of my last walk around of the most beautiful city of my own private world.
