east.

my lover.

to east we shall roam until we reach the borderline of this world.

past the green fields, past the frozen candles, past the porcelina of the vast oceans, past the pirate coves, past the desert islands of passion and despair, past the knights and the battles, the waves and the sun, the salt and the fallen needles of northern boreal pine trees.

past the wind, past the deserts, past your emotions.

past the eternal sad truth.

let it last.

[oh, btw. fui de férias.]