I'm tired of this winter valley the sky has seven hues of grey, there are no donkeys left only blue tractors reeking of diesel fume, no echo of happy hee-haw anymore.
I will go to Congo where nature is both beautiful and scary with roaring lions, snapping crocodiles, ear flapping, cantankerous elephants and chest beating mountain gorillas.
I will break in a river-horse and bare back gallop across the Serengeti followed by crashing rhinos flanked by laughing hyenas; arrive in Cape Town as the biggest show on earth.
Welcomed by Desmond Tutu, he's such a nice all forgiving man, stable my horse near a river, take the plane back to Portugal just as the sun breaks through and sky is blue again.
