London calling

I've spent the last few days in London. The London of my turning points, my dear city. The place I feel I belong to somewhere. It calms me and soothes me, this time more than ever. This time because of a greater turning point, possibly "the" turning point in my life.

É verdade, mas quando tudo à volta se adensa na escuridão, lá está Londres. Nas intersecções da carreira e da vida pessoal, lá está Londres, onde a Outra se mistura com os outros e se funde neles sem ser um deles. Sempre Londres, tal holocausto onde a fénix se imola e renasce. Será zen renascer? Não sei, mas nada nasce sem ansiedade e sem dor. O que importa é renascer, encontrar a energia salvífica, continuar a partir do Novo.

The dawn of a new day has come. It has come in London but its rays of light shine far beyond London. They lighten up hearts and souls of ordinary people caught up in the tangled web we call Life with all its intricacies, its question marks, its doubts and fears. London was my hollocaust this time, my biblical hollocaust, my Life's miracle where I feel I'm being reborn. So difficult to put up in words and yet so amazingly easy to feel and sense.

I was happy in London.