The world of melancholy, that inner space is where I dwell, reside, and belong…nowhere else. It is my home…and the most beautiful place….
A very special tree that I basically grew up with reached its final time upon this earth after getting that disease that is attacking the palm trees on the island. [ . . . ]
A fire by my side…my bare feet touching the Earth…the full moon watching over me…the silence of the night other than the ocean’s waves announcing their presence with their pounding…and [ . . . ]