THE FORBIDDEN ISLAND

THE FORBIDDEN ISLAND

- non-travel journal -

There is an island through which I wander in my dreams about unreachable shores. An island like a corner of heaven fallen on the earth. It is an island blessed by the gods, and the sea adorns every dawn with crowns of foam at the sunrise full of sleepy seagulls.
On that island one could always hear the tender songs of love and longing; songs towards which the call of love has always attracted me. But in another night and on another island, the love song has been shut up. It was a soft clear September night, with the cranes leaving early, too early, just as love had gone then, too early, leaving me behind. However, for the sake of the traveled and of the untraveled island, and hoping that the same cranes will bring back to me one nice spring, on their wings, the love that had gone away, as long as I live,I will never give up singing about love.

But I will never reach the not traveled island. Only my soul will touch it on the day when, released from my body, it will fly to look for its eternal rest by the edge of the sea that it has always loved. Only my soul will really find that island and will stay there forever, to watch the sea, hidden in a church with blue towers.

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