EAT. Prey. Love.

Italy. India. And then Bali.

Paris. Africa. And then Andalucia. Eat. Prey. And then love.

I will be rich, as rich as never having to wish for discounts. Well honestly, I wish to be richer, much richer to the point where I can devalue gold to bronze; where money is only excess luxury; where all I need to do is kill a lifetime by having fun.

And when I get there, I will eat in the classic banquets of Paris, prey somewhere in the heart of Okavango, the heart of Africa, and love a lot about the land of my ancestors, Andalucia.

I will sit in a classic restaurant somewhere along the main walks of Paris, with a serving of French gourmet and a glass of Zina Hyde Cunningham chardonnay. And from my table, I will watch people walk and talk. It will be like a movie where all of the cast are not aware of the filming.

And then the rampage is on. I will watch people walk along the tiled ramp. Everything will be bland.

I will silently praise the beauty of colors on their clothes. I will be amazed with the cuts, from simple to complex to weird to funny. I will notice the kinds of cloth. I will be fond of the workings of accessories, whether they stay so demure in place or they are loud and extravagant all over.

I will adore the carefree grace of people, young and old. I will love the pure spontaneity of the sight.

But I will not forget my 'gourmet and chardonnay'. It will be my 'popcorn and soda' while my own movie runs.

Paris, as sweet as its place, as romantic as the language of the French. I can swear to fall in love with its fashion.

But I shall leave the land, the planet is yet so large to just stay in there. But I can swear to return to make more movies in my eyes while I sit...and eat, with my French gourmet and my chardonnay.

And then I will fly to the land of the wild, Africa. It will be all adventure. It will be totally different.

photo by: Di Mackey