I always wondered how it would travel the world in the belly of a whale: being swallowed by a giant whale - a humpback whale, for example - and sail the seas to make playing the pirate. must be the desire to start playing some trick the brain under pressure, and mixes reality and fantasy as an alchemist of other, distant times.
and dream of being the terror of the seven seas, I walk barefoot on the grass freshly cut, a living oxymoron. on the way the itching wakes ends accustomed to comfortable rubber soles, attracting hungry primitive instincts. it's like a face wild themselves emerging from nowhere, a subliminal message imprinted genes corrupted by home comforts.
lying motionless, feeling the sun burn the skin and turn it off the air before a fire broke out. a water spray catches me by surprise, sassy, \u200b\u200brefreshing for a moment my lucid blurred. the birch trees shook like a rattle in the wind chimes spring, summer is a slow symphony.
droplets of water adorning the bottle that rests under the umbrella. makes me fear rises as enormous and austere, but its pendant distracted somehow reassures me. I am convinced for a moment to feel the scent of the sea, the scent of suntan lotion, sand, salt and golden skin whispering summer every time you breathe.
abandoned flip-flops on top of each other, lay the towel with a few ripples here and there and raised the hem, the empty chairs in front of the small plastic table unused. I sit on the swing and red rocking chair, thinking that here is changing a po'tutto.
I think of evenings spent eating pebbles of porphyry and asphalt constantly changing person, jumping from place to place to look for some new, imagination of a child wrongly beat extinct. I think of dancing and laughter that met the sadistic and exaggerated comments, made without malice to forget the day we left behind.
I think about leaving. I guess the skyscrapers, and as a giant concrete and glass looking down upon us, ready to be demolished by the flash cameras of tourists overzealous and greedy memories. being dragged by a river of people on the night full of neon signs in search of some district naive to rest tired legs and chatting with some stranger. meter races while engrossed in searching for a match between the name of the stop and gifts from a point on the map information. navigate the streets in search of a more unusual refreshment berth for the hungry mouths and eager for exotic flavors, or at least quite foreign to the taste common to seem sophisticated.
take the bandage to cover a black eye, a black bandana with skulls embroidered becomes a precious necklace, the plastic sword is stuck in the waistband of his baggy pants and worn. load some food on the boat, a fishing net, a picture not to feel nostalgia, hoping that something in the way he want me to be hungry enough to eat.
while leaving for this trip I realized that improvised the desire for adventure continues to play with irreverent fancy childhood fantasies. the sun still burn my milky skin, showing no respect, while lying on a towel choppy.
I really wonder how it would travel the world in the belly of a whale ...
