I know that time to be getting ready for the holidays and the winter weather is here.
Some people can afford to spend their days philosophically smelling the flowers, and singing the song "Tuca Tuca":
It feels like my trip to Cuba was such a long time ago
My days are spent in taking care of chores.
I wish everything was fast and easy.
In reality, it actually happened. The birds that flew and walked around us.
Also the waves and the strange finds on the beach.
Visiting abandoned hotels.
A various other adventures.
This collection of natural wonders, which I had collected throughout the week, and then left on the shore.
The cow sculptures that we could see from our balcony. They reminded me of Salvador Dali.
And also, live animals that sometimes crossed our hotel's territory, leaving behind them some natural fertilizers.
All that's left is a dream. In this dream, I'm swimming like this fish.