On New Years eve 2009
The last moments before midnight.
As a sing from the heavens, Aeolus came and soon developed into a storm.
Perhaps 2009 didn’t wand to go, Aeolus helped him understand his reign was to end.
In his enthusiasm Aeolus took us in his ship, sailing.
The waters, this unstable and shady surface.
Eventually we might reach a shore.
Meanwhile we’re just travelers,
Welcome in 2010… already we can see a glimpse…