And then I ran.
One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four.
Gently on the heel, roll over, do not tilt the body forward, and springy push off again.
One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four.
On the left wakes up the first wave of surf, sun has just cut the edge of the horizon, sand, wet and heavy, like morning dreams, and the air is so transparent, that does not smell anything.
Man walking, listens environment, feels sounds, objects, taste of the wild roots of ivy, it is an integral part of the scenery as a backdrop for photos. Running the same in their field, it is not connected with the outside world than does the oxygen flow, just as if disconnected from the world, all around there outside you, inside and cut off as Off Topic
old audio cassette, and there is nothing more important, necessary or urgent.
In addition. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four.
Meditation in motion, the last count dies in someone else's pulse, and I just ran ...
The first time I ran in Mallorca, fright family, because until that moment considered running the lot of antelopes, crocodiles, fleeing, or jihad, anti-cellulite on a treadmill fitness club. But somehow, on the second day I was without rhyme or reason stood at 7 am, detached pulled sneakers and went to the beach.
On the second day and on the third.
And yes, at home, too, when the Germans were decent yawn, including a coffee maker and radio, in my divine silence reigns.
I'm running.One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four.
I Can Get A Tattoo At Any Moment
You Are Away From Many Things
Really Difficult To Forget Some Things
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