….but when I came back, -the house was-it was still there the pretty house,
The bottles, the dreams along the shore, after I went to the most beautiful of the dreams, the brightest of the seas,
but I was so stupid, young and stupid, I just lost and dropped out all the treasures to the sea , the most beautiful jewels you could ever see, beautiful jewels the most (shiny and unique you could ever imagine) there were a gift from a- glorious king you could ever met gave to me. But I threw them.
-so when I came back it was all along the same-
But there was the house, the fridge and the doors, and all seemed new and yet so old,-they were so expensive- now so simple, (the cat ouside purring for food)
I feel pain for the thing I had lost, I would have (now I know) would had loved to share all those treasures with the people I love here. God knows I would had been so happy and now I see it, but, yet I know the most great treasure wasn’t the things, it was to have known and met the Man sitting in the Throne.
-you know you cannot escape from a adventure with all, I mean, you always gain something and always lose something along the road.- its true for those who love to travel, es dificil decir cuando it must reach its end.
Sometimes its hard to see here in life thoses escapes where the heroe runs aways with the sacks of gold. I have did it, I have escaped from places with my sack of gold. But what nobody tells you is that sometimes you lose things, sometimes there are expensive, (even tougth you keep the gold) sometimes they are not.
But you see that pretty much after, the true things you have gain, and lost, along the road...
The letter letter stoped there, I stood back and saw behind, if somebody was around, but the beach was empty. Far behind a old man with a rode was arpooning some fishes and looked at me, and waves his hand like telling me to wait. So I waited.