all we chase is the sunset. it was the last i heard from her before she left me, heading to a country with much more more sun than here in the north.
the woman I sit opposite in the tram to the airport has her hair built like a tower. a tower to protect her innerself from all the nasty man chasing her towards the sunset?
the ferry takes us to mallorca. the first thing i realize how pale i am, and how much healthier i look in comparison to all these sun-tained-people. but do i want to be healthy right now?
an elderly man sitting on a chair, watching us chasing by. he glances at my camera. does he remember how he took photographs of his wife?
the sun rises. i head back to the north. ’cause i miss my man.
P.S. sorry for posting all these youtube-videos lately but if anyone has other ways to find inspirations for stories than listening to music, feel free to tell me : -)