Dreamy views, train travel,
window frames, railways
characteristic sound and balancing,
boats floating, silhouettes,
small waves,
cormorants on rocks observing
the waters,
pastel-purple tamarin blooming,
dune vegetation, figs,
and pine trees.
Sequential images of the sea, pretty stations,
tunnels, music, headphones, people reading, cool t-shirts,
dogs, a mixture of melanin, interculturality, general kindness,
sad glances crossing from one end of the compartment to the other,
acknowledging each other's existence without forcing a smile.
Caribbean blue waters, a less crowded beach approaching, a few people enjoying the sun, an unknown station, the ideal destination. I'm ready to explore the beach, and my brain recalls romantic memories with the root salad I'm carrying in my backpack. My stomach is growling.
Entering the station, a breathtaking view of the train tracks, visual poetry, a cerebral massage. The smell of the nearby sea, a pleasant sensation that almost engages into a pirouette, or at least a little stretch. A brief sea breeze adds volume to the dress and makes it ripple.
First stop, a nice place with olives and a cold drink.
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