Морето е прекрасно! Чиста и прозрачна вода, леко набраздена от вятъра. Спотаени на дъното камъни. Люшкащи се лодки. Ясно небе. Слънчева пътека…Защо не съм с фотоапарата?

Или по-добре да измисля начин това, което виждам да мога да го съхраня и споделя с всички останали. Засега се задоволявам с телефона.

И докато стоя горе на брега се сещам за една песен. Хубава. Любима.

Wasted Years(Smith)

From the coast of gold, across the seven seas

I’m travellin’ on, far and wide

But now it seems, I’m just a stranger to myself

And all the things I sometimes do, it isn’t me but someone else

I close my eyes, and think of home

Another city goes by in the night

Ain’t it funny how it is, you never miss it ’til it’s gone away

And my heart is lying there and will be ’til my dying day

So understand

Don’t waste your time always searching for those wasted years

Face up… make your stand

And realise you’re living in the golden years

Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind

Can’t ease this pain, so easily

When you can’t find the words to say

it’s hard to make it through another day

And it makes me wanna cry

and throw my hands up to the sky

So understand

Don’t waste your time always searching for those wasted years

Face up… make your stand

And realise you’re living in the golden years

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R