«Deep inhalations, deep exhalations.
The plain land with it greenish, brown and bright red colours surrounded the road. A greyish way that ate the time faster than the actual speed of the wheels and the blades of the windmills. Halfway there, the monkeys of Gibraltar made smoke signals to welcome me back to the region, more than a decade later, as so did the cows with their tails. The spotless white buildings and houses started to appear far away and the road changed into one of those yellow and untreated paths. But it wasn't until when the car engine had stopped and I opened the door when the smell of the summers of my childhood suddenly embraced me. I have been remembering that smell for years and I thought I would not be able to feel it never again. I was wrong. Still as fresh and salty, still a real pleasure for my lungs.
The soft and warm sand said «run» and later on my body intensely felt it in some kind of extrasensory combination with a light-skinned one. My mind said «peace» and my heart said «be». Unceasingly I stared at the transparent glances from his yellow eyes. The sudden goosebumps were embraced as hard as I did with my surfboard, in a mutual protection attitude. My feets drew semi-circles and my fingers drew joy. The laughs were might listened by the fishes from all over the coast.»
© BlueFunambulist 2014 | Spain
© BlueFunambulist 2014 | Spain
