There are moments, during travels, when you want to freeze the moment and make it eternal, and it is probably not difficult to achieve. You find the nook and the landscape that you like and suits you, like the edge of the Rano Kau crater with its lakes, on Easter Island, at the edge of the world, in the middle of the ocean, in the elusive nautical dreams, in the land of infinite and unfaithful promises, and you hold your thoughts there, you capture this place forever, in all its details, you make it yours, gazing at it steadily for a few minutes, and then, whenever you want, whenever you ask for it, no matter how far away you are, wherever you find yourself, you return there, to the landscape that bound you with its magic and beauty, to calm your soul and feel truly free...
Where will the ship take us this time? How far will this -hand-carved- caravel that caresses the waves travel us? Where will the swift winds of the Equator and the currents born in the bowels of the Ocean lead it? The captain decides where the ship will go, but the storyteller will ultimately determine where it went or where it reached...
This time, Dimitris Sarris will take us to Latin America. Our narrator in this distant journey is the Uirapuru, a small bird, the "enchanted bird," with its reddish neck and white spots, which eternally adorns the forests of the Amazon with its song and refines souls. Therefore, with human speech, it will sing to us about the places it has seen and everything it has heard.
From this enchanting continent, with its countless colors, dialects, and images, the variety of fruits and the passions of people, the refuge of unconfessed secrets and desires. In this vast language of land that is washed by an endless ocean, we will also metaphorically disembark, to hear the trees, the animals, and the inhabitants, the rocks and the immortal mountains, the vulnerable sand dunes and the moving glaciers tell their own story...
Because the best journey is the one we have imagined.
