Story of a credulous Ocean...

How weird (but admirable) is, that credulity and naivety of the Atlantic ocean, that eternal belief in faithfulness and sincerity of every summer's pilgrims; those half-naked creatures who used to simulate their birth's apparition by trying to purify their existance by getting immersed between his wide opened arms...

And the Serenity which is still kept upon its face, even within the heart of autumn, even beside that cruel emptiness of its shore, may be the most obvious symptom of that infantile loyalty..

However, once the wise winter comes to delight his throne upon the surrounding mountains and begin to spread some glacial zephyrs of realism, the ocean got suddenly woken up from his utopian drunkness.. Wake up !!

A scream which brought to the ocean a cold chill of uncertainty, reflecting its arrival to the reality Boundaries..

On the reality shore,
Groans and moans of its bleeding inner start to ravage, by its high devastating waves, every moving boat upon his face, he no longer trust any of them, he want them all out of his shoulders..

And so was the manifestation of a so bitter drudge, a drudge for being left in a so despicable way..


Achakar-Morocco