Sun Blocked

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“The sun will be shining, long after we are all gone, and even if it may be dimming, never again so strong, for now, trust that the rise and set will be there for you to let, dictate your very days to come“ Gun Roswell

The streets are as long as are the shadows cast, the very mood, the overall ambience just like from the past, meant to last, long after those admiring the special moment, have come and gone, and over the rainbow bridge passed.

And so, do not worry, and for goodness sake, don’t be sorry if missing the special spell in time, as the sun will come back again in the morning, it always does, even if there just might be a totally cloudy cast and with rain and thunder hitting hard, because the sun, is somewhere there, behind the curtain, only waiting for its moment to shine through.

And so, with that thought, safely go to bed, fall asleep, knowing, the one sure thing in life will be there, even if all other things might just fall apart, as the globe of fire, is totally smart, meant to last, way longer than any kind of life, here on this small blue ball.

An island on a volcano (two)

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“It’s just so dark and dreary, the sand of the beaches?” Gun Roswell


An island on a volcano

A road trip to a nearby village
If we were Vikings, we’d certainly pillage
A quaint little place
A while everyone stays
But later it’s time to set sail
And back to the resort trail

Surfers on the Dunes

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“Take a load off, head to the beach, see what’s there for free!” Gun Roswell

surfer-dudes


Surfers on the Dunes

Surfer dudes
With attitudes
“No landlubbers allowed
There is no monkeying around!
This is serious business
With a touch of impulsiveness!
If you want to join
Let me just flip this coin:
Heads or tails
You know, this never fails:
You are in!”

Yellow Bikes

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The yellow bikes are beckoning for a ride” Gun Roswell 

Yellow Bikes

The city’s yellow painted two wheeled drives

Came out with the spring and with a great smile

The brightness competing with only the sun

As the bright yellow bikes stand there waiting for some fun

The passers by soon will get some ideas

Hoping on them and riding away with smiles

And as the day progresses on in time

The bike park will soon be empty on the dime

All the yellow bikes now filling both parks and the streets 

As all them riders are following that ride worthy beat

Loud ruckus like laughter filling the waves of air

As nothing and no one can deny this bike ride  filled cheer

Beyond the doorway

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“There is something for sure to be found beyond the walls, the fences and behind the closed doors. Simply dare to open the closed door and enter to a world filled with mystery.“ Gun Roswell

Beyond the doorway

It can be scary and most likely quite frightening too, but once you cross that barrier, the one inside of you, the fear, then the next step, is to open the tightly closed door. 

Watching, observing, glaring and looking, only waiting for something scary. And so, when nothing bad really happens, perhaps then taking the step into the unknown, because if you do not, you will certainly regret not having embarked on the adventure when possible.

The final sept, taking the leap of faith in a manner of speaking and soon enough, the large and wide world on the outside, can be explored with some caution but mostly out of curiosity and that is the start of the path taken to enrich the small world back home.

Sailing across the high seas

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Helsinki, Finland

“Sailing across the high seas, just to a long lingering curiosity to please, that is the life, am I right, next stop, becoming a pirate?“ Gun Roswell

Sailing across the high seas

The calm cool blue waves, out there for none too long stay, as when the stormy clouds are upon, the winds are picking up and they will become quite strong, and that my fellow sailers, is when things can start to go horribly wrong!

Hoist the sails, do not fail! This is the time to really take things seriously, as getting the even smaller size vessel to move with the winds, is a tricky kind of a thing! As changing the course, and coming about, with a heavy load, well, listen to the Italian captain’s orders and you will know: Virata! Virata!

Finally taking a break, when the winds settle, and the calm begins, the sun on the back and the soft wind on the sails, there really is no better moment than gliding on those soft waves, across the high seas and into foreign lands, well, at least, from coast to coast according to the maps, even you might the daring nature lack!

Next stop, pirate island, hey, taking the high land and then some real fun!

Set sail to the promised land

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Italy

“Hoist the sails and head on the way, as a great adventure lies ahead“ Gun Roswell

Set sail to the promised land

No matter the season, there is always a good reason, to go sailing. Well, that is of course if you can find the flowing waters to do so. But a good enough reason, to travel even farther away, to find that perfect space, where the waters freely flow and you can simply row, row, row your boat, or perhaps better still, set sail, even if it wasn’t that promised of a land ahead, rather just a familiar beach, close enough to quickly reach.

When reaching that harbour, the anticipation getting stronger each step taken as the boat is waiting, after a long hard search, the small sailing thing is there, just at reach. Then soon enough, jumping on board nervously, the small dingy shaking and stirring, but size does not matter as the most important part is to get out there, to set sail, across the lake, and even if the sense of getting to far and strange lands is a fake, it does not matter as today is all about hoisting that tall sail and hitting the breaking waves, and not be a slave to the land I have just left behind.

Italy

An Uphill Battle This Is!

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First you’re up then you’re down” Gun Roswell

An uphill battle this is!

Up the steep hill struggling
My feet sliding on the slippery stones
Trying hard not to fall

Ancient ruins beckoning to be
Checked, have to reach the top or
It is a total flop

Breathing is heavy, so loud
The local fauna wondered what the hell
Is this ruckus all about

They all gathered to stare
As further up I climbed the stairs
Until finally I was there

Under the sun, but, under the parasol

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“There is just something so fun, laying, under the bright sun, but only, if I have my parasol, where I lay down without being too dull!” Gun Roswell

Under the sun, but, under the parasol 

The sun is shining, so brightly, against the blue of the sky
Nothing or no other experience in life, makes me really, smile
As does this meteorological phenomena do, to little ol’ moi
When I have made the trek to the beach, for the day encore en foi 
But this is not just about throwing some French around
But rather,  to enjoy a day, resting, even if lying, on the ground
A day at the beach, in theory at least, is a plan totally sound
But if the heat gets a tad too much to resist, and groaning out loud
Becomes the permanently made, teeth grinding non-vowels
Then it is that time, when the parasol comes to play
Quickly setting up the plastic colourful monstrosity to full display
Never mind the outlook, it’s fine because I myself won’t look
At the contraption, now above my very large head, slightly shook
Because, I will be happy on this one day of summer no matter what
Even with all them flies and other types, I away have to swat
This one single day I have earned with much work and sweat
So I will be damned if the heat or what ever other problem might me let
Feel less of fun, or any other type of good feeling 
As I lay here, watching the day, pass me by, leading
Towards the hopefully calm and setting sun for the evening
When I will leave this place, with a smile on my face

Until next year, when I get one day off and to the beach, once again trot
With my parasol naturally, so I can enjoy, the sun, fully!

Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles (four)

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Travel Thursday in Kos Island: Bikes, Carts, Mopeds and Scooter-mobiles

“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware”
Martin Buber

Moped

“When I turn ninety,
I will drive a moped”
At twenty I playfully joked
But little did I know then
And, that you should never say when,
And, that by the age of fifty
A scooter painted pink
Would come in nifty!

moped