While laid down, you see the sleeping beauty far there, bringing the beauty to your side, and smiling to the beauty saying good day for (the start of) our day/s (to begin). And you see the power of nature, which is un-tackled and un-(ground) handled. Then, you feel the measure happens in your body for the rest of the days; that going home is the answer.

Everything is there in the beauty: the look, the brain and the power (not the way of drinking). When you turn the face to the beauty far there, the smell can be seen and the look can be smelled; what a power.

When the day is over, there is nothing to expect but the beginning of the day again, to be filled with similarities and jokes for the (same but different) next day/s. Then you feel the smell and the seen mixed into the particles in front of the eyes; to turn a look into a gaze, to bring the far be much closer to the real, to have two air become one and to smell the mixed two smells into one; and no separation unless to start the same day filled with (again) the same joys.

The power of the nature is there; and nature is natural…


Phuket, 19 September 2005
For the beauty sleeping far there…Can you feel me in?