today the sun is strong, the sea bream HOWEVER soft, rhythmic, caressing. Stuck in the hammock
like limpets, motionless under the protective umbrella Juanan slumbers and I write. Arabica
sea front, the blinding light of noon only let me see what salt out through my pen purple ink nameless, behind the snack Anris Place
papadum stuffed with shrimp and cold beer, barely 30 people on a beach they do not cover my eyes. No loud music for tourists, no music or anything beyond the familiar honking of crows that are part of the everyday landscape and remind you that you are in India. For the rest it is not just another idyllic day at the beach which is no small ......!!!! !!!!!
like limpets, motionless under the protective umbrella Juanan slumbers and I write. Arabica
sea front, the blinding light of noon only let me see what salt out through my pen purple ink nameless, behind the snack Anris Place
papadum stuffed with shrimp and cold beer, barely 30 people on a beach they do not cover my eyes. No loud music for tourists, no music or anything beyond the familiar honking of crows that are part of the everyday landscape and remind you that you are in India. For the rest it is not just another idyllic day at the beach which is no small ......!!!! !!!!!
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