He woke up next to me and I felt singing.
The song of his love.
I saw that the sea entered,
and between my poems and my chest,
I saw the moon floating next to the sun
and I hugged her and then laughed.
I think I've seen visions, I said,
and he smiled without speaking.
And I felt the summer enter
in our home
She floated and I ran through the room,
and finally I reached it.
Sand and salt your beloved skin,
and the sea sang, and the sea sang.
But time passes and nothing remains at last,
about my poems and my chest.
Do not sing the sea, only the moan,
of time goes.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)