A lost guy in the summernight, alone and abadoned by his friends. Lying in the grass and thinking why they left him. What did he do wrong? Will they come back? For how long will he have to wait? He is just hope they will call on his sellphone or come and look for him. Have they forgot that he existed? It must have been a few hours he had lain there. The sun is raising. He is really feeling the nature now. Everything was so beautiful, trees, flowers, horizon. He's realized that the world just opened to him. He started to walk, to explore, to smell, to feel and to just keep livin'. He went down to the little sea just a few hundred meters away from him. Just looking in to the water. He looks up and see the most beautiful sigh he ever could imagine. He thinks fuck them, I don't need these jerks. He had his pot, his beautiful sight. That was a place where he found his harmony first time. After a few days returning back the same time he wanted to see more, he did head south. He found some places where he stayed a few days, nothing ever lasted very long. Finally he found it, the place to find true harmony. He looked at north he saw just a few leaf trees, when he looked south there was a mystical forest, when he looked east he saw the ocean and a beach running out as far as he could see and when he looked west he saw summer meadows as far as the sight reached. He knew that this is it.
Here am I going to spend my last time under the sun !

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July 2010