These are images from past wanderings,
Oh, how I wandered and walked all over
Without a destination, without an end,
just wandered, the streets of Havana.
Morning, midnight – all times are for wandering.
I was looking, for answers – to questions.
Questions – I never knew I had asked.
Until I had done the wandering.
It’s only when you wander
that the questions
How they come!
I walked, I peeped through peoples homes,
gate-crashed parties at home,
Talked life with drug-addicts,
Seems like such a long time ago,
As if another
I miss that feeling
Like, as if, you are the only person in the world,
alone, far far away from all that is familiar
The wanderlust is calling – again!
My feet are itching,
my mind grows rapt.
Where to next?
That is the question!
Where to next…