Story of a Human Being

After the tour I took a break from my musical career.

My ten-year-old daughter and I took refuge on a Caribbean island, in a luxury hotel with an ocean view. We spent our days by the ocean.

At 30 years old, I enjoyed the cool weather by the deep sea. Birds flew in the sky over the sea. I sat on the shore with my typewriter and a bottle of wine, writing about my past life, although I wasn't feeling well.

I was inspired to write about my life ruined by death, solitude, and bereavement, but recovered by my daughter's existence.

I looked up to the sky and then glanced at my little girl, who had inherited her mother's long blond hair, blue eyes, and beautiful smile.

My daughter played alone, building a castle with the sand by the ocean. She reminded me of Peggy every time I looked at her, especially when she smiled.

I sat there writing about my life, love, loneliness, loss, but particularly about my past. I considered life to be a beautiful naked woman who is searching for love.

"Living today is to think of death constantly," I typed. "I am not a writer but, a drifter. Like always, everybody has a story to tell about life."

"This is the fairy-tale of my life, a drama. A tragedy that will never end until the day I give up the ghost. However, if only I knew why," I typed.