Summary of the captain's log ....
Much time has passed since the last real post, something has changed and some not, who knows whether for better or worse, the prevailing impression is one that sums up my thoughts to say maybe a bit of time, I feel like a castaway in the middle of the sea, eager to land somewhere, but when approaching the beach feels the urge to proceed to sea, away from the shore for fear of finding something, maybe not to find anything about what you expect, or perhaps to find it, but other than that you dream in difficult times ...
After all, food is scarce, but still enough for a while, so why land??
proceed to sea and expect the approach of another bank, a small port, friendly, nothing special, just a quiet place to land, lie in the sun, at peace, relaxed, listening to the ebb of the sea, the surf, the sound of gulls, the light breeze that barely moves the hair dries the moisture of the sea, the sound of a serene smile, a look at all lost in the sky and the sea .........
But for now the bank is the closest and most distant and then I see her sipping what is left and expect to find a beach ...... the instinct is to tell the browser which ......
