Oh, I love to dance Under an alien sun Along the dunes with you, I kiss you in the sand We give so that we live Beside the sleepy snakes They dream of you and me when will they ever end For a million years they dream For a million years they dream ALPHAVILLE
The dreams of Brasil are real – not as forceful and powerful as Bali or Rome, but they are real. Snakes on a plane. Snakes in the dunes. Unbelievable. All the signs were there, but we chose to ignore them. But today, in the evening, we saw three snakes. Slithering. A wake up call. We had such a wonderful evening sunset in the dunes – in our favorite spot. Where we live in the neighborhood, there is a shortcut trail that cuts through the pokeys brush to arrive at the sandy dunes. The shortcut makes a 30 – 45 minute walk into 15 minutes. We have walked these trails over 100 times. Just the other day we were joking about all the creatures that could live in this undergrowth or the type of lizard tails that were making the tail tracks in the sand. 1000’s of tail tracks in the sand. Now we know – SNAKES! LOTS of SNAKES!. Dwana had run through the sandy dunes with Viena and Ezra following – laughing and giggling every step of the way, the warm sun warm sand warm breeze were all just that as the sun moved closer to the mountain horizon. I pulled Ezra and Viena down the sand dunes in the vermelho sled from Spain. The playful evening was everything it should have been and it was for us … the travelers … the ones extracted from the life we knew. And yet somehow, someway now it is even easier to connect and feel from where we have lived, from who we have lived with, from ties we have created in this ever evolving life. And so I say GOODBYE to the trail of Snakes!
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