Atlactic Ocean 24th October 2011
Winter arrived, unespected
Winter of our lives.
I do not know if my feelings
Are the same like in summer.
The sun is hiden
The ground is muddy
And our lives belong a little bit more
At the passed times.
In some ways I am feling like in summertime
But my heart is a less cold,
And perhaps a little bite more opened.
It is not time for sailing
On the West Coast,
When the landscapde is more beatiful,
The West Coast is the forgotten Island
Plenty of peaceful and quite moments,
When the sun was so alive.
I was remenbering about the waves of the sea
Dancing a strange dance of beauty.
In was forgotten my last summer
In the Weast Coast.