Time keeps passing,
But I keep living.
Like grains of sand that were once rocks,
I drift toward the horizon at the mercy of the wind,
Shaping the dunes of the being I am.
FLORIANÓPOLIS, MONDAY – OCTOBER 6, 2025: I continue my journey, finally arriving on the Island of Magic. This is the second time I’ve passed through here, but the first that will allow me to truly explore its beaches.
The first time I visited Florianópolis, a few months ago, I briefly walked along the Beira-Mar waterfront. At the time, I didn’t like the smell of the neighborhood.
This time I’ll be staying in Barra da Lagoa for a little longer. I’ve already visited Morro da Coroa and the Natural Pools, but I’m still trying to understand why it is known as the Island of Magic.
