I carry inside my heart,
As in a chest too full to shut,
All the places where I’ve been,
All the ports at which I’ve called,
All the sights I’ve seen through windows and portholes
And from quarterdecks, dreaming,
And all of this, which is so much, is nothing next to what I want.
(Álvaro de Campos, Passage of the hours)
poem via Karijeppesen’s blog
INANA DESIGN 
Lovely photo. Definitely somewhere to go to be lost in a dream.
Thank you! My camera is old and I’m still using jpj files, but If I can make even one person to walk this path and dream – I can say I’m glad enough with the result.
Welcome on board again! 🙂