England

Surrounded by the ocean or huge buildings,
place of legends,
stories and dragon tales.

All in this land shaped by the great ocean.
Found myself admiring huge stones,
sitting on a bench thinking and imagine the knights passing in front of me.
Oh lord in the land of Merlin I am now.

Ancient whispers inspirer me to hear,
the blowing wind of the Atlantic sea,
while pixies hide socks from me,
a wizard teaches me how to free my wings.

A figure moves,
her lips shake,
the swinging notes start a dance between the organ pipes.

Hands on the grass,
a cup of tea, marvelous gardens,
and a reason to wonder how was the past in here.

I've lost my marbles
in this turbulent land of breeze and kindness.

Smugglers or pirates doesn't matter who,
we are all here discovering myths,
but yet no one knows the truth.

The shadow of the centuries waits in here.
Avalon still cries Arthur's death;
Excalibur still waits in the stone,
for the noble hand to come right on.