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Friday, July 15, 2011

ride the wind.

When my blood runs warm with the warm red wine, I miss the life that I left behind. 

But when I hear the sound of the black birds cry, I know I left in the nick of time.

Well this road I'm ons gonna turn to sand and leave me lost in a far off land.



 So let me ride the wind 'til I don't look back, 
forget the life that I almost had. 

Location: The Pacific Ocean, Arenas Del Mar, Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica

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