Mawddach’s mouth’s port town. George’s froths blows bless ma own. Yards over years of free explores, discovery, works, steps, journs, life shares. Not alone, always someone around to be known. On the darkest, hopeless moments left behind, ever on own, even where deep felt so. Where there were no humen, an insect, a moth, a lifeform veiling own’s, upon Hers. Above, beyond any human judgement, law or God damned known. Airs, weathers, waters, fruits, life conditions fair shared with any life form around, arounds aware, fund else’s interests, subjected to fortune’s offers, wherever meant fighting, working towards next breathed ale.
With this philosophy worked out healthier lands and seas, wherever found among Hers, life itself, so worked own wisdom, sharp smart roused wits against. Known my roots: do own best, for ever better nexts. Got often over Death, as sciences advances, Her hopes and will remain. So believed, trusted and relied, deep rooted since before made, done, born and birthed in this human shaped and dressed form I’m homed.
Despite history, human empires, wars, conquers, fights… yet found Her, submitted, exhausted, rendered to our rage, sick, sad, undervalued, betrayed from most, for God damned’ s sake… too often, too long Hers dismissed, forgotten. Wards are meant to work healthier lands and seas, not to fight Her, but to work needs and meets, out of every single mistake, aggression, offence, harm, loss … Yet we learn to share our best by assuming us among, not beyond or above Hers. Not away, apart, unknown, or long kept lost.
Last 3 years went through Hell’s, saved a good friend’s life from death, after went deep involved in someone’s troubles. She got to accept, answer and deal with outer forces calls, so high were her needs, as got to know afterwards.
Learners, we’re all learners in this always changing world we share, using own senses, not abusing but ever abused from any else’s meanwhile, Wrong’s therefore… yet to find, judge, once found their own mistakes’s prizes. Strange to Hers, “Stranghers” around, among, amused, lost, framed & marked or not… behaving as they do, while finding pure acts of natural fair wild life forms… No ones but humen get lost among false wealth and luscious, money and power based on, polluted on polluting Hers… Sick & lost they get, to longer, shorter death… yet we find new ways to help, prevent and work new ways to save.
So inmared finds me an old met mare mate, a Northern friend, long met ago on else where’s port, under elsewhere’ s Moon lights and tones.
“Hi Gio, enjoying your drink? Good to meet yah, in this terrace, no longer vesseled, old sea journed?”
“No, Jon, left seas long ago, shared table?”
He agrees chaired bag and search for services. A waiter comes closer to note last order: “Sea & Lands Omn Home Meal served for two, please, with whole bread rations…”
Sergio: Born in1974’s Barcelona, Highlanders’ s Grandson, having moved to the North after the last Spanish Civil War. Brilliant student, international works, green projects promoter, sailor…
Our Reader said:
Immediately, I needed to know whose voice this was. Strange and stranger, nostalgic and matter of fact, sweeping and deep. This prose-poem, which flits around so many linchpins of whole lives and stories, so many snatches of truth and memory, leaves you no time for breath, no time for pity – only curiosity, only a thirst for life with all its cud and hardness and light.