More than see the eye

There can never be a thing not worth seeing, not worth feeling and understanding. Especially when you look into woman's eyes. There hide more than meets the eye, more than any writer can guess writing in the books, more than a painter can express in his childish scribbling and a lot more than a pop-song about love. It is the depth that you will never forget and worth experiencing even for a split-second.

Bird's Dreaming...the South

Quiero al Sur,
su buena gente, su dignidad,
siento el Sur,
como tu cuerpo en la intimidad.
Vuelvo al Sur,
llevo el Sur,
te quiero Sur,
te quiero Sur...

Crocett's Theme

An evening like any other but still different... A glass of Talisker, drop of Jaegermesiter, few beers and a game of billiards. Relaxing evening, like any other but still different...

DraemFish

It was a windy day, near the beach. On the desolate quay there stood a mini bar with fish, frozen snacks. I approached it to have a cup of espresso. Just beside me, there were two huskies looking around, waiting for their owner to finish the conversation with the fish-colleagues.
The wind was blowing incredibly strong and by the time I paid for espresso and reach for the plastic cup the aroma was gone, and by the time I touch the cup with my lips the warmth of black liquid vaporized into the air. I was left with a foam cup in my hand, looking at the freezing sea.

Tempest behind the wheels

I was sitting there in that awful piece of metal inside, trapped, waiting for my old man coming from shopping, and had that one idea in mind - to stretch my legs in front of the fireplace, away from rain and wind and read a nice Shakespeare, for example The Tempest  that goes like this:

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any
thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain
die a dry death.

Gonzalo was right, there is a limit to everything, even loneliness and dangers of the sea in favour of the beloved ground and dry land.