| and see a light blue lake, shining shades of light blue colours, with the sun on it. They would feel much better because they saw the light blue colour that gives hope and life. |
| There, before you, you see your childhood years in the sea, fishing, rides in the boat and all those children. You see the same sea where you were born, even here wetting your legs, reminding you of the old days. And this is enough to make you not feel so far away. And the sun is the same only that here it burns more and gives sharp shapes to leaves on the trees and the children who are born here are darkerthan those children. Nothing is exactly the same but everything looks alike. They all remind of that freedom from care, the one we had under the sun while we were young children, during the summers. I wonder if I have stolen years since I�ve been on this side the clouds say yes and the sun no, and you look further still, and you realise how similar are the glances of people when they look afar. |
| And the sun, astonished is getting ready to leave, giving his last directions to the clouds. Oh no. This is not happening on the other side. There the clouds are waiting for him to leave , so the raving can start. Here there is no entertainment this hour, here they fill the empty spaces with lines, celebration of memories. How many oceans really must we set up in front of us while watching them seeing only one. This one where when people swimming collide, there where there are no frontiers, because there is no land to thrust the posts in and no money to thrust them in. And the ocean, here in front, as if he heard that , calmed down, became serene, a carpet to step on. How often has he been like a lake with all people romantically observing the sunset, making only dreams. Now you can see straight to the other end of the world, (cont.) |
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| The ocean You look far away and you know you are at the end of the world, for your gaze can go no further. There, in front, is seen only the end of the ocean. There, where the earth curves and fades, and comes the sky with it�s clouds in shapes of dreams and speaks to you in another language, which you may translate as you wish You look far you see waves hugging the legs of clouds. Colours playing chase, air and water becoming one. You look far away and you feel you are at the end of the world though this end is not far. |
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