The Crew

 

Alive, they think. They find themselves alive and on a ride in an unknown, dark and unbelievable path towards the Moon.

They think and have feelings, are conscious, good food and drink. They know where they are, in space, traveling inside a space craft. They know what they are doing and to where they are going, to the Moon. 

Window with a view to the Space garden.

Tagus River Lisbon

East South West

North star

Orion on its way to the Moon.

Child hand

Elephant's moon

Statues

And I, I only know I know nothing, I feel nothing. I'm here, I don't know where? Thinking in something, perhaps I think sometimes? I don't know in what? Thinking, what am I doing here and not somewhere else, doing and living other things than this emptyness of time that I've been living? Thinking, that I could have been an astronaut, a voyager, thinking that an astronaut like me... I could be somewhere in space and in love...

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A path in space that's painting their eyes, minds, thoughts, feelings, emotions, hearts and souls.

NGR

Alive, or maybe being living a past dream, after they died in an explosion on the launch path.

Reentry 

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The red in the corners of her eyes, was it telling something?

There in her lips a drank passion crime, talking, confessing her bad behavior, the bad behavior of last night. (That day, that night)

Was it good? 

Tell me.

She can talk with me, tell me things. I'll be with her, listen to her, caress and talk to her. Whenever she feels like to talk, desires and wants.

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The cover of her book, a thousand thoughts, a thousand interpretations, that have been written in papers by the typewriter machines.

One, she shaked her arse, looked at him and smile her must tender, gentle and seductive smile.

Two, she's touching someone's thought. Talking to someone. Saying something with the book cover.

Three, wings on the wind's way and I will think of it. 

Kisses.

The tissue on the break path was put there with a propose. Which is to protect the break path from the sands. Things that people that live in deserts and drive cars learn.

Specially the mechanics.

It was known that Oddysey would have some mechanic issues here and there. Oddysey is no longer in its youth and prime, however still rolling and on its way to the Museum of a Girl Travels Memories.

Rock and sand paths and trails. She knows that I'm noisy and on these paths and trails even more. Why she doesn't take and drive me in highways, rivers and skies?

So, I lead her to garages when I'm angry with her.

You go to a garage to solve a mechanic issue with your truck. Then, you get out of the garage and go to another garage to solve another issue. Everyone wins, cause someone is paying bills. And you can keep driving your truck and keep going on your own way, whatever it's, to wherever you want go or to where the sands and the path lead you to do and to go.

Just a lost tissue that was in a path of a thousand grains of sand and that role on the break path when Oddysey pass through.

A few days of adventure in the sand its ok. More than that, it turns factidious, tiering, discomfortable, boring... insane in all senses, a person and a life /with a life without sense.

The place and the enviroment its not healthy. The dust of the sands and dirt, the hot temperatures and the drastic temperature drops when the night awakes. The emptyness and loneliness, the nomad life, the personal needs. Without a place and a roof to live. A place and a home with livevable conditions, healthy food and drink, comfort and snuggle. There's no other and better place like home. Nothing better than to have a dear companion and a place and home to live. Without forgetting the work.

She took a shower, and while the water was running she wrote on the walls a small excerpt from a recent memory. Well, it was tragedy, she got wet and didn't had a towel... Well, the rest of story, she can write it in her social media or book in another day.