70s
The ferry waiting - still-
Calais-
Hipsters long hair hair flying white Norwegian jumpers….
girls with long flower dresses rucksacks coloured beads
standing in line expecting to get on excited..
disguised into books and thoughtful look-
beatitude in our souls …
the line a long serpentine of young humanity
seriously interrupted by grey suits and sweet families returning-
We dressed our natural beauty lightly sitting on the deck..
hearts beating dreaming the green myth upon arrival-
A vision ! the channel the only way to catch the new wave-
Dirty for the journey sitting on the wooden ground
our hair flying
doves flying over rough sea -
cold wind
pure souls warmed by a cup of coffee black-
Expecting the white-
nobody alone
each one in the circle..
guitars and sounds at times broken by silence of waiting
rough waves
sea breakers, another song-
Waiting for the the white-
altogether in circle
some came hitchiking some by train
Doves trying to glide then suddenly went up to their heaven-
we searched for a meaningful sky..
waves getting calm..
the sea returned friendly-
Standing again to collect our bags-
looking at distance if we could see the sign of the the new universe-
the white-
the white-
the long stretching border announcing an alter planet
greyish wild green-
queueing to get off shining for colorful laces bracelets clothes…
handcraft bags-
Our dream would come true -
our youth our fortune our strentgh..
the small commune of unknown youth got thinner
warm hello waved to each one
white Dover-
distant sound from the guitar..
hey! see you then!
Where?
see you
Piccadilly