Portugal - 07.02.11

The sun will never rise
on the eyes that see its first rays
Daze
Unidentified reflection
Cold wind
Slams doors
Curtains dance
and laugh when whipped
Its the last day here
Pork pizza and mint ice cream
Folded nice and neat
Stashed away
Pack treasure
Force zip, sit back
Relax with Johnny and Waylon
Back on feet
Red feet
Tramp through town
Museum
Carnival
Shops
Rest.
Skip dark room for sunshine
Beach is bustling
Sun is blazing
Long decided dinner
of ice cold trash
But the numbers called again
11. Fog and Lasers.
Back in the game.
Pause.
Break.
Explosions and air

[I'm ready to go home but not ready to leave]
I need your arms so I'm coming to you.