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O concurso Navigator que concorri foi o "Around the world in 80 pages" baseava-se em contarmos uma experiência nossa, uma aventura. Seja na nossa terra natal, seja noutro local qualquer do mundo. Para ilustrar o nosso texto tínhamos que enviar três fotografias que ilustrassem o que estava escrito. O texto teria que ser escrito em inglês com o máximo de 2.500 caracteres. Foi a segunda edição do concurso e eu decidi experimentar. Adoro escrever. E mesmo ganhando ou não, só por ter a oportunidade de dar a conhecer o meu modo de escrita e a minha terra, valeu a pena. O primeiro lugar ganharia um voucher em viagens no valor de 2.500€, o segundo lugar um voucher em viagens no valor de 1.500€ e do 3º ao 8º lugar um voucher em viagens no valor de 1.000€. Como boa portuguesa decidi escrever sobre o que é nosso, sobre Lisboa. Este foi o meu texto que enviei:

How to lose myself at home

There are those who find the North of their compass at home. The favourite destination for a safe trip. I already find at home the perfect destination to lose myself. How many times do we put a backpack on our back to get involved in intercontinental stories and forget to get involved in our own? I discover a new Lisbon every day. My eyes never find the same wrinkles in the same people. Children of Lisbon, raised under peaceful revolutions that kiss History. Distributing carnations and not bullets, for those who hurt our souls with the words "It's just Lisbon". It's just Lisbon it's a bit of a bust... Lisbon is not "just" Lisbon, or makes you feel lonely. Lisbon is the house that does not have North. While you sleep and that awakens you with the hope that you lose yourself once more. I discover a new Lisbon every day. On the sidewalk that tells me the stories of my grandparents. On the Tagus river that bathes the classic Lisbon of the novelists and the modern view of dreamers. The city is a new Fado chord every day. A serene woman who keeps the pain of seeing the children who did not have time to get lost at home. And I want to lose myself every day. I want to go out to meet myself and come back to hear her say "I warned you to lose yourself first". Only the warmth of home-made food that perfumes the hall of a house without walls, can make me lose my way. A new alley I discover in the heart of the portuguese nation. I lost myself again. Among the tiles that whispered to my ears and the half-open doors that invited me in, I discover a new Lisbon. I enter the famous 28th tram, already snuggled with the Portuguese smiles. I sit in the hope of sharing stories with the old man standing next to me. I did not get lost alone in Lisbon, I got lost in the stories of the people of Lisbon. If you saw this city with my eyes, you would fall in love with it for the moment. You would forget the itineraries because she deserves your confidence. I am the daughter of a brave mother, mother of those who stay, of those who depart and of those who arrive. Adopt Lisbon the same way she adopts you when you choose her.She gives me another reason to stay. The rain that now bathes her body is the tears of those who lost her and could not return. Between the rise of a Lisbon is "What love is this that makes me go and return, Lisbon?". Shouted at the walls of a city. Because among the seven hills hidden is the treasure of missing that does not translate: Lisbon, my mother.



No fim acabei por não ganhar nenhum dos prémios mas valeu de facto a experiência, adorei escrever sobre o tão amado sentimento português: a saudade, Lisboa.

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