My view: ahead, left, right
tomorrow i will fly to marocco, out of the routine,
a different view, language, smell, colours, wind, mountains, desert, atlantic Ocean, surfers and kitsurfers, fish, music, food, and so on,
wish me a bon voyage
Elbow - New York Morning
The desire like a distant storm
Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers
For love, did it come for me?
And it feels like there’s a big one round the corner
hello world hope all of you will have a great sunday
“Here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
SWALLOWS travel to and fro,
And the great winds come and go,
And the steady breezes blow,
Bearing perfume, bearing love.
Breezes hasten, swallows fly,
Towered clouds forever ply,
And at noonday, you and I
See the same sunshine above.
Dew and rain fall everywhere,
Harvests ripen, flowers are fair,
And the whole round earth is bare
To the moonshine and the sun;
And the live air, fanned with wings,
Bright with breeze and sunshine, brings
Into contact distant things,
And makes all the countries one.
Let us wander where we will,
Something kindred greets us still;
Something seen on vale or hill
Falls familiar on the heart;
So, at scent or sound or sight,
Severed souls by day and night
Tremble with the same delight -
Tremble, half the world apart.