The second capital of Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, is well known as the beautiful city. The one filled with thousands of enchantments.

        And, it truly is. Getting to that city and having the chance to contemplate, in the distance, Christ the Redeemer, is moving.

        And after, there are the beaches, the nature in total exuberance, the entrance of Guanabara´s Bay, the ocean kissing the coast…

        A truly charming for those who have eyes to see and do not dwell on the difficulties that this metropolis, as so many others, suffers.

        It must have been because of this, that young man from some place in the countryside of the state was surprised, when he had received a note from a friend of his in which where she would refer to the city he lives in as beautiful.

        Beautiful in what? - He replied.

        The city I live in is none of a metropolis, has no special attractions and the least of beauty we have is the middle square, with some flowerbeds and benches to enjoy the sun.

        The answer he had received let him moved.

        My friend, for me, the place where my friends live, is and will always be beautiful. This is because I know that, getting in there, I will find the flowers of friendship in rich amazing bouquets to greet me.

        I know that, walking down the streets, I will be able to smell the perfume of this virtue that feeds our lives exhaling from every heart.

        I know that, even in rainy and cold days, I will find the heat of their hugs and the sun of their smiles.

        So, believe, your city is really beautiful. In there live you and other many friends, whose pictures I bring well-guarded in the album of my heart.

        When I travel around the world, when I arrive to the cities no one knows me and I do not know anyone, I have the care to close my eyes and look up this precious album.

        The faces of everyone who lives in this city go through my memory and cherish my solitude.
        I know I am not alone. Friends cheer for me, ask me for news, send me their love in daily text messages and emails that come to me in lost hours in the middle of the night.

        There are, in the world, places of spectacular beauty, that fill our eyes with their well-designed boulevards, flowers in abundance and sculptured gardens and squares.

        Cities that offer natural beauty, with rivers of singing waters, bridges of enviable architecture.

        Old cities that keep the romanticism of the narrow streets, between the houses of one and another era. Cultural cities, modern cities, cities in bold lines, buildings that defy the heights, extraordinary monuments that honor the human creativity, always insurmountable in its events.

        Yes, I have visited many cities and I have taken a huge number of pictures from park, museums, libraries, bridges, ponds and concerts of colors from the nature.

        I have photographed masterpieces of uncountable value, that testify how man is truly this being who leaves his immortality traces in the expressions of architecture, engineering, painting, sculpture. So many and varied achievements in his greatness as a child of God.

        But, from all, the most beautiful city I have ever visited, known and admired is this city where my friends are.

        This city where are the fragrant bouquets that involve me in the soul cuddles, affection and attention.

Spiritist Moment Team.
April 04.2011.

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