I am not a legendary traveler, but I
am a passenger who was taken by the wind, relentlessly and without tears, to a
shining coast. The trees there are dancing and the years are colorful, what a
splendor of summer!
Our boat is greeted by rosy hands
and sleepy voices. The morning has made her lips honey and sweet fruit. So this
boat became pink and sweet. We are not butterflies as you think, but we are
full of light, and all I'm good at then is singing huge chants.
All I remember is that I put my bag, my schedule, and my bright smile on those unforgettable, joyful coasts. And how can I forget with all that pleasure? Believe me, if I had the choice, I would choose this boat again. It's gratitude and celebration.
