Hi everybody.
I am in the beautiful country Georgia now. Here is a travel poem
Daniel’s poem for today:
Life is so wild
I miss when I was just a child
I’ve been traveling far
in France I remember
how much I viewed the stars
Who we are? Life is too weird.
Sometimes with long hair.
Other times with a beard.
Barcelona for a month in November
arrived in Malaga in beginning of December
remember candles for light
remember heights, remember sea
remember longing for rest
remember curiosity
remember doing my best
I remember jumping across a river
escaping some wild dogs.
In Perpignan I took the train
in wrong direction, it was insane
then walked from Beziers to Marseillan
then a lady gave me a bicycle
and I started to sleep in the sand
I bicycled from Marseillan to Montpellier
I miss it, I swear
sleeping at the beach every day
it was so nice,
I don’t know what more to say.
I miss those baguettes
I miss a honeycake from the trash
I always looked under cocacola machines
and found some cash.
In Portugal I was for Armenia invited
it felt so far, but I was so excited
to Barcelona and up to Nice
train to Italy to Venice
south to Bari and ferry to Greece
then bus to Istanbul and Yerevan
so many miles, so many smiles
if you want you can
though, people are still calling me insane.
Took the bus to Georgia, here I am
it’s time to rest
I don’t have any other plan
Just writing a poem, my pen is blue
I am not coming back
’cause this is my home too.
– by Daniel 23.October 2015
