Listening to the music of the rough and windy sea
It’s time to clear the mind to a maximum degree
My nostrils have been triggered by the clean and salty air
The people all around me, they intrigue by what they wear
But what I know is that my heart is longing for this place
It gives me somehow comfort, almost like a warm embrace
I can’t exactly figure out what captivates my mind
Never felt such a sphere before, unrivalled in its kind
A kaleidoscope of people, turns the beach into a bed
Of multi colored flowers, well arranged and neatly spread
Some lost and lonely pedlar, walking countless miles a day
The trawlers are like tiny dots, they slowly fade away
And right here in the middle of impressionistic style
Swept by huge artistic waves, unconscious for a while
Surrounded by a spectrum of immaculate white sand
The canvas seems more lively, vivid colors tend to blend
Like I'm sailing through time, I need: not wind, not waves, zero gravity while I glide...
The day is growing older, though the night is fairly young
I like the gust of wind, it blows my thoughts, where they belong
The sun is setting slowly , but the dusk is falling fast
The day is drawing to a close, I try to make it last
I wrote this song in 2017, while lying on the beach in Paralia, Greece.
I was much inspired by the atmosphere aroud me.