Onu

It has been a continuous chasing, while under his own eyes there was just Nature and path of no return, in a discontinuous trip through the border of the Turkish and Greek side of that island. At that point, the traveller found the Mediterranean sea surrounding Cyprus, where Poseidon and Amphitrite have been ruling since they were, rowing back to the sandy shores, but losing in the sparkling friendly foams where Venus was having a bath during a tempest in which lightning was pumping his heart, drying out on the sandy flat dunes where green turtles (Caretta caretta) were laying their loved eggs spinning as Gods in the empty space far from our sight waiting to hatch behind her radiant sulcus, blind. Shit floating, brownie skin, cyan eyes planting seeds for growing veggies with mother, fertile as Ceres, a pair of flip flops walking barefoot for uncountable kilometres on the sharp, stony roads, and a bunch of smile full girls analysing the dimension of their love, being hermetic.