marzo 08, 2010

our road

The road remains empty. We are alone and it feels exactly the same as when we raise our hands to feel the air of summer. Complications seems to go away anytime we leave the civilization. Here we are, on the road to nowhere, but fully satisfied that some day we will reach that place that makes us dream about. Bare foot on the sand. Orange turns to blue anywhere we look. And the sound of the sea blaming the earth for being on its path. Shall we talk about something? I think everything is written on the sky. I think we were suppose to be here today, with this exceptional, natural and real picture. And it's us. Just us, none else. We don't need nobody else. We have plenty of time... and this road that will always belongs to us.