#musa.

     “Oh the boy thinks he’s funny, does he?” Musa’s brows were raised high in response to the comment about her big stick. It wasn’t very original - even he had made it before - but every time he did, she still didn’t believe her ears. “Or maybe you’re just hoping you’ll get the chance to offer up something better to hold.” Musa brought up a hand, index finger and thumb a mere inch from each other as she teased him about the size of that something better. “Stop trying to distract me.” She swiped at his ankles with her stick.

Hay un cofre enterado en la costa del sur. El mapa indica la ruta exacta a seguir.  La X representa el lugar donde esta el cofre hermético debajo de la tierra arenosa; Inestimable, inapreciable... Ojo! no son joyas, ni piedras preciosas, tampoco agua de la eterna juventud. Los puntos son son obstáculos para superar, pasado, presente, futuro. Estrellas marcan el camino en la noche y el  sol ilumina mi pensar.  Ojos que hipnotizan mi alma,  pupilas que recorren luz, tu pelo largo tapa mi rostro, Misterio sin resolver... Disfruto felizmente de la vid.