September 15, 2008
The 50th one,
I hope I’ll make it a century,
And go even beyond that,
To the horizon before me.
I don’t know who will follow me
To the land where the sky touches the sea.
But I’m sure,
I will have my shadow to accompany me
Althoug it may change with the sun rays.
I fear if I’ll fall down to unknown,
After the end of the sea.
But the sight of unknown lands
Defeats my fear, and fill my hear with thrill.
I belong to the Nomad world,
And I’ve known it for long.
So here is my 50th destination.
Let me celebrate my half-century.