cycling around the french countryside,

nothing but me and the mountains and vines turning green,
neverending roads,
secret hideaway places along the river which is nearly dried out

wheels firmly on the sandy path, i look up and laugh and greet every single creature on my way:
hello bird, hello mosquito, hello old man on a tractor

i can't help it, life is just so exciting and so full of miracles

barcelona

Thumbs out, stop the first driver while the midday heat is starting to tickle your skin
The man is from Morocco and his car has no windows
I have to keep my eyes closed, the wind is too strong on the highway,
and before I even realize, we are in Barcelona

Walking on the beach, the night restless and wild
Breathe the Sea
See the others further away drinking cheap wine from a plastic bottle
Nobody here but you can hear the buzz and hassle and dancing and excited screams from the previous summer and years before that

Run, the security and discomfort of shoes becoming just a distant memory
Footprints on the sand,
knowing that in seconds the sea will swallow them
But your handprints in the world, you hope they would last till tomorrow