breathe in deep when it rains, when im floating in the atlantic sea, when it is night and there is silence.
the past nights have been filled with nocturnal laughter and dancing, spontaneity and exhaustion. tall pine trees, white wine, and cigarettes-what a picturesque life! but galicia is v. picturesque in general:
the light brown cows and silent river water pulsing and the eukalyptus forests and high bursts of lavender clouds, windmills and ocean breeze and green hills, dark green, mint and lime green too. my blood and heart is beating in this landscape. i feel like i am the earth and dust and mud and sea froth and river ripples. i long to lay down and become this landscape. the gulping ocean and falling light.