I am currently dreaming about summer. I have decided to go this year few days on my old paradise called Vama Veche. The place has changed a lot and is not the quiet beach from my dreams. There are not as many camping fires and guitars singing on the long summer evening. The only thing that has left there is a big part of my heart and the naked beach. I grow up in a way on that beach, experimenting friendship, drunkness, freedom, drugs and many types of love.
My life changed many times since then but the longing for the quiet waves of the sea dipping my body on a full moon day will be always magic for me. That and my silly dance at sunrise, leaving momentary amprents on the sea, combined with the same old song Bolero from the same pub out loud...that is all somehow the simple the story of my life...
