My heart, I left in Maratea. I can still taste the morning mist that swims over the dense green mountains, caved in a castle of sweet soul. The energy vibrates life into my senses as I sit and overlook what is a small piece of this giant world. There is no such idea of hustle or competition, there is only kind smiles and fresh aromas of cheese, bread and the sea which float within these cream alley cobblestone streets. I have lost myself in a time lapse of history,in a town of lovers, in a town wiser than any living man. I see the story line of riches, that once roamed these ancient streets. And I feel the sun hug the grounds for more hours than one here will ever weep. The wind is ever so strong yet gently, it tickles my shy cheeks and I can see the stories of generations through the wrinkles around their deep eyes. There is a land known as the "Pearl of The Tyrrhenian Sea" and it lives in a cove between the mountains and the ocean, waiting for those willing to seek a world of wonder yet far enough to never be washed away.
May 23, 2017
Maratea, Italy
