Sunday night on earth let's go for a drink and admire the sea humming old tunes abandoned in the air in the middle of winter *posted in June 2021, reviewed in June 2022
I wanted to see through the leaves and branches the trunks and the shades the light of the water reminding me of the soul, something beautiful a thread to memories a blank page
and you knew that the blue that was behind the clouds would not come bac,, that all the little cotton buds that were getting close to one another with some sort of joy would make you shiver, and then would drench you, but you would keep on being in awe.
Of course, there would be traces of passers lost on the dunes, one we cannot always be with on their own but they would have come, and would have gone and now I would be alone with the sky and promises of thunderstorms in the cold sand of May.
A promising moon prepared the sky for confidences words here and there I sensed things Which organised, surely, your infinite dreams Under austere stars