How Much Would A Linguist Earn?

Finding old memories paper

time ago began to jot down lines of nonsense, since drifting and music
do not know exactly how I put this little thing in my many fantasy worlds, but leave it abandoned in the PC would be bad, then I put a little 'around
The title is a song, precisely because it is a "proof" of something that has no memory, even the title is something undefined

-Shamandalie-

white foam breaking on the gray hull the ship. Natural and artificial

seemed to coexist in a wonderful balance, as the sun disappeared and reappeared behind thick clouds, almost like a game.
sea breeze was blowing on the bridge, raising shawls, making the children laugh and smile mothers.
Scent of salt rising from the white foam, with harmony and cross without interference from the big boat, bound for a warm and wonderful goal, such as Greece.
the screeching of seagulls echoed over the heads of passengers, many seated on benches scattered along the route of the bridge, others stood talking quietly.

Only one, resting on the white iron railings, brushed freshness.
eyes turned to the sea, lively and fresh color
delicate hands, abandoned and affected by the sea breeze, while the forearms rested on the railing and solid fredda.La same breeze blew on a pale oval face and look good. A
candor almost magical, slightly shaded by the wide straw hat, which rested on the head.
The same cap was taken away by a crowd louder, ending up hopelessly in the water, while a slight pout on the lips of the young woman stood out from her face now perfectly light.

soft skin, kissed by the sun appears and disappears playful, and rebellious hair cut short, which are the envy at the same star during the day.
eyes, however, are those that even the moon would bow before them.

Indefinite
Deep
Expressive

Simply magnificent.


What brings a creature so innocent and pretty far from his world? A
looking for? A visit? A mission?
The irises that gray indefinite settle on the horizon, squinting for what comes now.
The sunset is coming and with it came the stars and the moon queen, yet hidden from the sky colored in warm tones
But there comes, inexorable

is a natural cycle of day and night

and Wonderful special, which leaves the young man on the bridge, waiting, while the other passengers after a brief and fleeting glance, fall their cabins

And there they stay, while the evening falls and the sun disappears.
While the clouds are gathering over the sea the perfect
While the stars populate the sky and a trail, more light passes through the black sky, followed by the bewildered eyes of the young.

While the wind is raging and the sea swells, by rejecting hatred on the ship now at the mercy of the same foam that just hours before the lapped with love.

And everything is engulfed by a single, powerful movement
leaving only a cry, a name, resonate in the storm

Before it's silence.