Como puede ser verdad
Last night I dreamt of San Pedro
Just like I'd never gone, I knew the song
A young girl with eyes like the desert
It all seems like yesterday, not far away
Tropical the island breeze
All of nature, wild and free
This is where I long to be
La isla bonita...
When I was a child I spent many hours drawing my ideal tropical island. I would put so much detail in, beaches, hills, rivers and anything else I could think of.
As I grew up I became fascinated with Lord of the Flies and thoughts of being stranded and how that would feel.
I have lived on a tropical Island and have also had this fantasy or dream. Unfortunately, as in so many fantasies, the reality does not completely live up to the reality. Perhaps our fantasies have been shaped by legends and in my case the movies of the 1940s and 50s of idyllic...
And then there are those times when we wake up in the morning with a hint of tears in our eyes. When letting go is the only option we have. And the desperate attempt at making new memories fails because the ones that really matter cannot be replaced. They say it's a broken heart...
I want to find find a nice island with no other bugger on it happy to live on it in peace and quiet away from the sick politics of the day and would only invite like minded friends to come not too many though dont want to over populate it.
If I ever have enough money, I would like to buy my own private island somewhere out in the Caribbean or the Pacific. I would live on that island completely naked with no clothes anywhere near me so I could truly enjoy life the way it was meant to be enjoyed. I would drive to the...
I want to escape to a tropical island so badly ... I would love to just lay in a hammock and have someone wait on me hand and foot all day long. I would like to have everything i desire there. Look this is a fantasy so it has to go my way lol. I want beautiful women peeling...
while on vacation on an island for a month at least. Just hang, crash and do things I love doing like diving, exploring caves, trekking, rowing, sailing and drinking with friends. Ahh to be a beachbum.
How I long to be in a dream world,
Where I could have people actually see me,
like me, maybe even love me.
How I long to make a friend,
or get my husband to see me,
want me, make love to me.
How I miss reading, painting
working with others.
I long to travel to a dream world,
The last day on my tropical island a guy jumped out of the bush with a spear and a gun and really startled me. He was very drunk on beer and fermented coconut. He said he just tried to kill his brother because he was cooking something wrong. He asked me to take his weapons as he...
you know, its just that these days everything seems bad, i mean, i go to work and everyone seems to be bitching and stabbing each other in the back to the point that i dont know who i can or cannot trust any more, then i read the papers and watch the news on tv, and all i seem to...