The road to the sea

I want to see the sea. I want to breathe this air until I feel dizzy, thick with the rhythmically trembling surface of the water, from the cries of birds, piercing as the last revelation of God. I want to lie on the wet coastal sand, without clothes, without a past, without a future and smoke into the damp sky, smiling at the incredible freedom of every movement of the wind, amazing fish flowing over the skin. I want to collect colorful stones and wipe splashes of water from my face without opening my eyes, without waking my soul, almost not existing, almost becoming a part of the surrounding, moving, changing, moist, salty, so alien and so understandable. I want to get lost in the caress of the waves, I want to forget myself and just swim. Where life is colored by the soft light of the setting sun. I want to sit on the very edge of the water, on this trembling line between fantasy and reality, tenderness and cruelty, man and... the sea. Al Quotition. Improvisation Spare Part