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Lake District, Wastwater

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I already knew why I recognised that place, it was once one of my favourite childhood places.
However, this time it would all not be a dream. There would have been an eternity in another life, maybe …
It was a dream he’d had last night after seeing an old childhood movie made by his uncles, second cousins.

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In my mind, I imagined what it would be like to live on another planet without these stunning landscapes.
In fact, I was curious to know how this place had come about, I had the notion that the best thing to do at this point was to observe every detail that nature offered us.
I was surprised by the silence that I felt in the forest.
– Fred, – I whispered, my rocky voice.

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Stars!

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My observation was between the dark blue sky and the stars. I was fascinated to observe them.
It had been weeks and weeks since that night, but the starry sky did not leave my head.
From one moment to the next, several thoughts filled my head:
-What would it be like to observe the stars of space?

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Peak District National Park in England!

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This morning we went for a walk in the woods, Peak District National Park in England.
The temperature was mild and the fresh, soft air made the lilac flowers dance in harmony with the wind, sometimes a very shy sun was warming our skin.
However, time continued to pass very quickly, and we expected to reach the top of the mountain.

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Manchester’s Christmas Market

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“Manchester,” Dariya said in a cheerful voice.
I imagined during the trip from London to Manchester what the city would be like.
“There,” Dariya said suddenly, pointing to the city, “we are already at Piccadilly Station.
It was not the closest station to the Christmas market, however, it would only take 18 minutes on foot.
– What can we buy there? Alice announced in an catching voice.
Dariya laughed.

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The road to the mountain

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Narrator. “Phoebe would suddenly close her eyes, bringing her fingers to her eyelids, as if she could go back in time and return to the forest.

Phoebe – It was a temperature of 10 degrees, the tar was slippery and the trees were painted in various shades of brown, orange and yellow.
The trip to the forest lasted for two hours, and in the middle was a small village, which was immersed in a cloak of grey clouds.

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Peak District UK

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“I keep the sound of the mountains whispering in my ear,” Andrew says.

I am influenced by the vision of the world, especially by nature, I wonder if one day these paths of beaten earth no longer existed, if the leaves stopped falling, if trees will no longer be my shelter, of the sun, if this landscape will only be a memory…
Andrew was rigid, uncomfortable, and expressed a desire never to leave that place.
For him, the landscape mirrored life, feelings, purity, freedom and a peace he could never feel in the city.
The clock stopped but the sound of the clock hands held, the time at the top of the mountain did not exist, one day corresponded to a second of Andrew’s watch hand.
That rock and the landscape was undoubtedly his refuge, he could spend hours in it, he felt a sense of freedom and renewal, the cool breeze seemed to dispel all his darkest feelings. He felt, however, that this moment would remain in his memory. However, nothing is forever, it is time to leave, but Andrew promised himself that he would return, just that stone, at the same time of year, for he would know that there would be hope that that place would not be a memory, but reality.

– Guardo em mim o que as montanhas me segredaram ao ouvido – diz Andrew.
Sou influenciado pela visão do mundo, principalmente pela natureza, interrogo-me se um dia estes caminhos de terra batida não existiram mais, se as folhas deixaram de cair, se árvores não serão mais o meu abrigo, do sol, se esta paisagem será apenas uma memoria…
Andrew mantinha uma postura rígida, desconfortável e expressava o desejo de nunca abandonar aquele sitio.
Para ele a paisagem espelhava vida, sentimentos, pureza, liberdade e uma paz que nunca conseguiria sentir na cidade.
O relógio parava mas o som dos ponteiros mantinham-se, o tempo no topo da montanha não existia, um dia correspondia a um segundo do ponteiro do relógio de Andrew.
Aquela pedra e a paisagem, era sem duvida o seu refugio, poderia passar horas afim, transmitia-lhe uma sensação de liberdade e renovação, a brisa fresca parecia afastar todos os seus sentimentos mais sombrios. Sentia, contudo, que aquele momento ficaria na memória. No entanto, nada é para sempre, chegou a hora de partir, mas Andrew prometeu a si próprio que voltaria, exatamente aquela pedra, na mesma altura do ano, pois saberia que haveria esperança daquele lugar não vir a ser uma memória, mas sim uma realidade.

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