Rides and red shrimps.

Sway, sway, sway. Bump, bump, sway.

It's a calm starting for a hectic day. Twenty minutes later, and we're sopping wet, sunglasses and all. We stretch and blowdry ourselves. As there's no wind, we have to run really fast, but that's ok. Up, down, up, down, down...right? or was it up? Who cares anymore? We're already dry.

But the comfort of non-sticky watery clothes won't last long. It's our own fault, anyway. The pool, the fall, the river and the lake, we swam them all on strangely shaped logs. And then we walked through foggy halls from Greece to Rome, to drink from sweet flavoured icecubes.

And up and down and up, left, down, down, up...right, right? Again we don't care, again it's ok. Not completely dry, a bull with human body follows us as we save Ulises from the mad giant Snake and escape the fate of singing mermaids.

And finally, with your name on my skin, again, and the content of a properly used day, red all over and drained, I rest on my bed.

It was a beautiful day.