Eyes devouring the grey blue as we penetrate the softness of the cotton clouds, even those seem to be lighter now…

I just can’t help from staring outside feeling the wetness of your soil and the light breeze stroking my cheeks. It rained…Greedy again…I want to taste all of that landscape. I know it’s been inside me all these months that I am away.

The black mountain overlooks the white valley of concrete that ends with the grey blue…Oh dear I have missed white…It’s late, the colours are dissolving in one, grey blue dark as my love for you.

Oh bitch, I have missed you so much that my eyes now are full of your sea…and I cant help smiling at your perfection.

Author: Eleanor Gwyn
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I suppose I have to introduce myslef, as it is proper to do in Britain. To be honest with you from the begining, I am not Eleanor Gwyn and I am not British, though little does that count, since my writings are here to form my virtual me for you.I thank Eleanor for sharing with me this beautiful british name, as she was the long time mistress of King Charles the 2nd and has been regarded as a living embodiment of the spirit of Restoration of England and the most famous actress of her time, possessing of an extraordinary comic talent. I don't identify myself as her... I just felt that she needed to be tributed... "Enjoy the ride"