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Travel to an unknown homeland

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I can sense the blue glance of my dad very close to me while I’m sailing thru the sea of his childhood.

I’m looking at the green and white islands around us and listening to the ancient stories that the old sailor is telling me about these magic places. There is an Island with the shape of a heart in the middle of our trip. A big heart like it was my dad’s.

The breeze  bring my thoughts away. Or maybe is pushing  them to the deepest of my soul. Yes. That is it. Images from my parents being happy are mixed with this Symphony of blue that was the landscape of their youth. I look for silence while I hear the seagulls and look at the dolphins jumping cheerfully.

BB309814-886E-4D8B-8459-756D82499BB2I have never been here before, but somehow all this is familiar to me and,  in a way, mine. My arrivals to this land and this sea are in fact  a way back home. Here I feel safe and happy. Like when I was near mom and dad. Maybe because their presence here is so powerful and is a reminder of the years they were young and happy together. 

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Travel

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Journalist. In my fifties. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US, and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.

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