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~the dream of the palm trees~ Monday,
12th January 2004
when i arrived here in Benaulim, in Goa, the whole place seemed kind of odd to me. scattered and stranded, that is how i felt. tricked by expectations, by memories of past travels, by the dream of the palm trees. it didn't even take half a day, then i had the ticket for the night bus arranged, the ticket out of this place. but now, as the time to leave has arrived, i rather want to stay. and so i walk
along the water, to Colva and back, and so i sit in a chair in the
sand of Camilsons, and so i learn the lesson: places need time.
it may take a day to arrive, it may take another to connect.
cause, now,
on the third day, i have to pack my bags. now, on the third day,
i feel like one of those blue boats you can see here at Benaulim
beach, i feel like missing the best, i feel the words starting to
flow beside
her a
reflection of the tide ~~~~ next:
midnight
masala chips |
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