August 16, 2008

Atmosphere..

I cross a border to Malaysia and walked on a streets of Kota Bharu, looked at the mosques, listened sounds of the city, felt a different rythm of muslim countrey and enjoyed tasty food from banana leafs.

Now I look at crystal blue waters in Perenthian Islands, wait that the full moon of August will rise up to the sky. I recall Oscar Wilde's story about fisherman and his soul. And fisherman's shadow's words are echoing in my mind (as I remember those):

"After one year, at the full moon evening,
I'll be waiting for you on this same beach.."

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