Once Upon A Time in Latin America (22) Easter Island. A blessing in disguise
I awake light-hearted this morning of Winter, Everywhere round me the singing of waves --But now I remember the night, the storm, And I wonder how many blossoms were broken (recomposed from an ancient poem)
I woke up this morning with the sound of rain. After a whole day of anxiety and disappointment yesterday, my mood had calmed down a lot. I would soon go from the flood to the driest desert in the world. Well, let me had a bath first.