a wave of lunar hope a new beginning a long sigh of relief: give up your prayers give me your hand.
passer by like everybody else but not seeing yourself in the mirror of the waters the sad affairs of the world invite themselves into your most beautiful dreams. Awake, but we don't love ourselves as much as what we see through the windows, what we think we see, what we want to be.
A ruffled cormorant was drying its wings as for me, I was digging in the sand with my toes, and you were chewing on a twig, another one, over there, was looking for gold in the sand, in other words, he was feeding on hope then it started to rain
running in the sand until I reach the water waves lapping the shore
sink into the sand
a little more every day
to learn the art
of living like
a seashell (thank you very much)
*posted in May 2021, edited in May 2022