COLD. Summer is over. Think its something like 5 degrees outside. that wouldnt be so bad but the temperature inside is equal.

When lingering in the twilight of life and death, freezing and tembling, trying to survive till the next day and biting the blue lip to stay awake and not to fall into the valleys of the darkness, my mind wanders some four weeks back in time to the beautiful island of Mallorca, to those empty long beaches surrounded by mountains and big blue mediterranean sea with warm and refreshing water hitting the fine sand beach slowly and with those sounds of waves communicating in some strange eternal language of higher intelligence of great secrets hidden out there somewhere just waiting for someone to find them. And as well as those beaches, I remember the nightly walks through the ancient towns and hiking between the mountains in the nature and goats following our route behind. And I so remember the big house of Alejandra with swimming pool and palm trees outside. A slight smile could be seen in my blue´ish face maybe when im dreaming away from the cold reality. If I die here in the cold, you know I died somewhere warm and peaceful place, by the turquoise sea and under big sun.

Here are a few photos just for you to know what im talkin about.