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.
going to the sea
I run, but a little slower
with hope, blue like the sky that
maybe nothing will change too quickly
there would be no harm in taking what is lying on the beach what the sea has rejected branches and shells intertwining in the sand and thanks to the miracle of the tides of supreme beauty would be capable *first posted in February 2021, edited in January 2022
I love water in every shape or forms: streams, rivers, lakes, ponds (water lilies), the sea, the shore, the beach, the rocks by the water, the sound of running water. I like to take baths (but no bath in Nelson), showers (very hot), I like to go to the pool, to the spa. I wish I could surf, but I will never go in a submarine, nor will I scuba dive.
to let yourself slide in the deepest of dreams on a big rock