Where the Magic Lives
Parque Nacional Fin del Mundo, Ushuaia, Argentina
You can tell them I went to live in a fairytale
Deciles que fui a vivir en un cuento de hadas
A place where life is the way it’s supposed to be
A place where magic exists and unveils itself in the most curious of synchronicities
A place where the landscape is dramatic and the sky theatrical
A place where treasure is real
Where diamonds are found glittering in the snow
Where the sun is pure gold
Where the heavens bear rubies and gems
A place where the moss on the trees have faces and the mud from the ground is so ravenous it could swallow you whole
It’s a place where if you eat the Calafate berry off the vine in the lands of Patagonia, you’ll be bound to return…or never want to leave
It’s a place where the world is still wild, and if you don’t watch where you’re going, you may just fall off the edge of the world
It’s a place where you can breathe again. Where the mountains lend you their power. Where you can walk on water when the glacier lakes freeze over
It’s a place so beautiful, so serene, it makes me wonder why I’ve ever worried at all.
