I got lost in Mojaca, a small village in Spain. It happened again in Chefchaouen, in Morocco. My dreams intrigue me, but I don't understand them. I like to go to half-empty restaurants. Street entertainers make me sad. I prefer chamber music to symphonies.
Then you will sit down in the resting area and you will be moved when reaching the letter o marveling over the words then close the story drawer before your bones crumble
It was one of those days when being a duck would have seemed enough, because then I would have seen where the road was leading.
in front of the artificial pond,
I do not expect much
debris are shimmering
(it all depends on the angle)