11 January 2009

caress

I'm still searching for that place I call home.

The place is somewhere lurking in my mind.

If I try really hard I could almost see it with my eyes closed.

With Bach's Air on G string in the background I could feel my self floating passing through space and time to the most remote beach in the world. There the sun would forever caresses the horizon and the sky is bathed in crimson colour.

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