Newcastle Edinburgh Glasgow

Good morning

Gravel trails and asphalt roads...

Dirt and grass fields, trees, hills, rocks, mountains skies... Horizons, living and talking alone. Chating online and on the phone with friends.

Lands, places, air, breezes, smells...

Fields, houses, gardens, parks, palaces, churches, castles, monumentos... History, art, cultures... 

Food, wine and tastes.

Work, lesure, love, pleasure, rest, pace, peace, dreams.

Where's the dear one?

Well, lying on a blanket.

Where's home.

Well, there's no home, no roof, no walks, space, comfort, snuggle.

There's nothing else to do but to travel. Who doesn't ike to travel? And that's the meaning of it all, that's life.

What's she saying? Is she telling me something? Something of her? A thought of hers?

How is she?

Good, thanks?

Where's she?

Is She sailing in the kisses of the Seven Seas? In salty and sweet waters?

In the tranquility of the bluest and the darker skies of heaven?

In peace with herself and the world?

Waving her mind on bord of the yatchs? Writing menus and cooking meals? Tasting and serving delicious plates? Drinking waters, juices and wine? Napkins? Socialising and talking with the sailors, with the crews of the yatchs? With people, costumers, guests? Behaving well? Docking, taking a taxi, direction Hotel Skate Board, second floor, door two, two hours? Lying around the clock time after work? Sleeping well? Dreaming? Resting?

Has she being a good or a bad girl? Betraying me? You Traitor.

A date with me? Dinner tomorrow in the lost forest? In the high of the Coral Mountain with a view to the other side of the sea world? You choose the place where you would like to dinne with me? If you would like?

God

Godess