day at the beach



It is not a road movie.  It is not a love story. It is a life story.


                                                                                                                  in the end...




"Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection" Lawrence Durrell

Ola  Podrida - day at the beach



On the beach I limped and held your weary hand
That windy day we slept well past noon
Too busy counting every grain of sand
To even have a ghost of a clue

I played in the waves like a five-year-old child
Timing my jumps with the rolling tide
I never looked to see you on the shore
Planning your escape and drying your eyes
Had you known for a week, a month, or a year
Had you been trying in vain to let me know
Somehow I never noticed your tears
And sitting there smiling I watched you go

I laid on back, listening to the waves
Humming a song that you never knew
The water wet your feet
As you crossed through the sand
And whispered that you'd be back soon
I never thought to ask you when
Blind to the sorrow you were laying to rest
I never thought to tell you to jump back in
And sitting there smiling I watched you go










                                               te quiero

4 comments

wow! me encantaron las fotos y el escrito :)
saludos!

by valnouveau on Thursday, July 08, 2010. #

your blog is so so beautiful. you inspire me immensely <3

by Ella on Friday, July 09, 2010. #

las palomas..!

by Andarilho on Friday, July 09, 2010. #

great images.

by THE DIVINITUS on Wednesday, July 28, 2010. #

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