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The Great Lake
It seems I have followed a dream to come to this place, the Great Lake an immense water body, lying against miles and miles of stretching sand dunes
Walking along its sandy shore my feet try to dance a polka but the body is slow and heavy only making some prints, chaotic soon washed away by waves stop to test water from the waves it is fresh water, how come on my cheeks it tastes salty?
On the top of the magnificent bluffs white clouds floating, in rows, over an ocean of oil colors, majestic but my spirit does not fly from the alligator-shaped hill tracing a sail to the north on the smooth deep blue water the sun casts perfect rays, how come the Islands of Manitou grow blurring in my eyes?
At a beautifully arranged winery on a spectacular plateau it is strange, there is no aroma of aged wine surrounded by unripe green grapes on the hill I breath in all the sourness in the air, and in the too famous Traverse City before the same chocolate covered cherries, in the Cherry Shop I only sense their bitterness
Pretending to be tough and careless in a boyish hat and a big T-shirt still, it is hard to hide the woman nature the red seems to be a curse, as a cross bars me from the erotic sensations in those tempting waters perhaps the most dreamed dreams are destined never to become true
Tunneling through the verdure of maples and beeches to a spot called Empire once again I reach to meet the Great Lake in the rain, the gray water and the gray I, alone we share a gray world |
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