The beauty of the orange golden sun and cold mornings of the winter lift the rays of light of the days.
A boat floated in Silver Waters and with an uncertain destination. Dolphins swam in twinkling stars and birds gave wings to a girl's imagination. Gil
With her hands on the wheel, she drove her truck in silence into the peer. Then with her gear, she walked along the shore until she found a liking place to fish.
She´s losing the feeling of religion. Fate is somewhere else. The ducks and the seagulls were whistling in her ears and whispering in her mind, looking for treasures. Good feelings on the peer, she said. Love and a trout on the guitar strings. She was broken into pieces and shaking, her line broke, the fish went away. Stones of remembrance everywhere, every step was a perfect loving killer. She was trying to find the good spots of the morning. A beautiful morning at the shore.
A window in the wall of the house.
Patience with the knife filleting the Trouts. It´s not a fairytale. It´s only a silent blogging dance between me and you.
Open door, closed door.
Kisses
NGR
Infinite will be the waiting and time.
Kind as it´s, why we wait for the island to come for us if it´s us that have to go to the island. It´s simple and just like that. We simply have to go forward and for the island. Think that we can make it right.
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