"Beauties are scattered in **** form on the sea beaches", Albert Camus wisphered in a mesmerising moment. I agree with you Albert. One day I was sipping Wine by hiding it in a coconut shell, you were lingering in my memory . I seek salvation in hiding because I am a tropical lady. For hundred years I didn't see the sun , though that was overhead ,and I was in my anthill. I am black ant trailing among stalagmites, skyscrapers and scruples in biting bread. One day I left my ahead ant prints which were carved from hundreds of years ago. I derailed and came beneath the same car of your last riding. I still look for the beaches and want to take a dip, but I cannot, you know my wings have gone along with you.