First day at Gran Canaria

The island is shaped like a wild scallop, half-steamed in the warm winter of African climate. The moment I saw the curve of its land line from the plane, I unveiled its masque. The island is a nice and fresh dish, I concluded.

Night descented its curtain. We ate good seafood by the Atlantic, with the cool freeze running through my hair. Waves, Boats. Spanish. Guitar. Thoughts are deep, but not burdened.

Fews are  days like this in our life. Freedom is real but rare. Hold on to it.

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  • onlylonely  On December 20, 2011 at 12:12 pm

    你终于update啦~~ i have nothing to say but hoping that your freedom could last as long as possible.

  • Aria  On December 22, 2011 at 4:12 pm

    hold on to it. you deserve all of it. miss you.

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