shipwrecks

Lunch across the main street, one long street not far from town. Empty old pier is now only made as a residence of bitch animals, always full of circumstances, not a hungry attack, even had forgotten how hungry it. There is not the slightest desire in their breasts to come out into a whole animal. Just create a fantasy that will continue to be a dream. The happy beast of life's misery.

The dock was crowded in the past, now a dwelling of the animals. no more merchants telling each other about their things, covenants that resulted in a familial relationship, workers wet with sweat and a strong body aroma with life's hardness, a pile of spices in the corner of a small old grandfather's stall who only spent his time waiting for the children of businessmen who just look around the country ships of people to stop at the kiosk almost like the old hut. All the aromas mixed in one atmosphere, the salty oceans, the scent of mace, the workers 'sweat, and the perfume of the rich merchants' daughters. All into a single aroma that blends like water combined with sunlight, into a cluster of clouds. A moment that is now only a shadow of a drizzle rain reflection or a mirage in a blistering sun that frowns.

A shipwreck is still anchored. Silent with his wreckage. The ship had an acute lethal illness and an unspoken tingle of words. Loneliness that made him disappear in his present existence. Cold that pierces each side of the deck. The darkness that dominates the whole room when night comes. As this is the fate of a ship that has passed through a storm in the middle of Malacca Strait, why not sink like a ship in termination of its shipping. The misfortune of the ship that has sailed thousands of miles of ocean. Meet a migrating whale. Trying to hit the waves of the west season. Bore a great captain. Supporting peace with trade. That's when it's unlucky to greet you.

Sometimes the loneliness that dominates the atmosphere makes him remember the springtime at Largs Bay wharf, the city of Adelaide. the joy of the girls dressed in white suits with sweet little hats laying over their heads like their English princesses who were attending a dinner at Queen Elizabeth's. Humming melody of harmonica "adelaide sky" accompanies the lovers who stop by to see the frenzied trading activity. Wine barrels are neatly arranged, ready to be delivered to the kings. Angur that is not inferior to Wine Saxony. Beautiful harbor with small streets and magnificent stone buildings.

However, the past is the past. A definite unlikely to happen to repeat, * deja vu * only desire. The ship is now a useless ruin. She always asks herself while she spends her days, and waits for the wood to run out for the food of the termites.
"why do not they drown me".
the boat continued to berate the captain who said

"just let the ship, I can not bear to see him drown".
The flavors of the boat and people are different.

Days continue, hot rain is a condition of self-stabilization of the earth. The ship remains languishing in self-loneliness.