A wanderer,
He who craved the uneasiness of the seas,
The captivity of the jungles,
The smokes of the cities,
Began another voyage,
In search of a beautiful adventure.
What is beauty?
A charming man flashing smiles?
Giggling of a child?
Or this thundering storm.
Thought the wanderer.
Will there be a coastal town? A punishment ground?
Questions upon questions occupied his attention.
A luring melody that pulled him from his sleep,
The noisy sea and the path of stars,
Once again his companion on a lonely night,
The land of flowers and ivies was the one he craved,
The one where his beloved waited,
The wanderer set sail anew,
As the dawn turned into dusk once again.
Eunoia 