I would tell the water
its movements
its blues and the sand
then the shadows of clouds
riding on its back
then the morning light
and the afternoon's
then I would start again
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#2091 poetry
I was scribbling in the sun
you
had sand between the toes
and the silence of the water
we won't die from the heart
haiku
swimming in silence
do not disturb the water
then reaching the light
light*
then suddenly a great fatigue
that falls on the head
like the evening light
waiting for the lighthouse
to pierce it with a great flash of light
*posted in July 2021, edited in July 2022
what we want to be
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.