Voy a Brasil!
I must down to the seas again
To the vagrant gypsy life
To the gull’s way
To the whale’s way
Where the wind’s like a whetted knife
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing rover and quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trip’s over
My year as a nomad is around the corner and I wait with bated breath. (I prefer to skip a chapter and not think of the hours that I will have to spend cleaning tomorrow).
Tags: Travel
Damu