Didn’t that
fish man enjoy the last month in Scotland?
Glasgow, Pennan, fourteen reasons to discover it; hidden by
me?
A woman
writes about loving Scotland, was she a chirpy mermaid?
Water spread
smells over the ground and inquiring seas.
Unexpected
sun embraces contagious content eternal joys.
When he’ll
visit the Highlands if his boat haven’t compass?
Where the
mariner has been? There had only lived some series of days?
Overlooking
lifeless houses traveled by a fearful homeless.
Rooms,
doors, stones were and are pervaded by doubts, dreams and sufferings.
Oceans of
pirates, of adolescent lovers, of surviving shipwrecked
The storm rise
over small cabins, children raise over dark future.
Waves of
houses splash with the past, water crushed by the incontinence of the greed.
He surfed
milky dusk over streets without hearts, hid human waters
Marin
anchored in the harbor of beers, dances and words; erred he?
Green,
mountains, horizons; grey lakes and clouds vetted for me
He had it between
the grips of a spontaneous and energetic dance.
Lost kissed
seafarer listen to thousand sounds bathed by “Songs of Lear”
He tried
living from his doubtful steps.
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