Tuesday, October 25, 2005


The waves, of which the colour and tormented people,
sharing nothing else but the moon with them.
People engrafted with nostalgia after a long time.
testifies an idiosyncrasy, full of storms,
are thrown upon the rocks.
They are surrendering to the rocks
They hug them with divine tenderness.
They trust them with their own "salt of the Earth".
They decorate them with their excessive spune.
Spune like jewels, made of thousands of pearls.
These waves, bringing stories as a gift.
Stories about worried and tormented people
Having always the bitterness of expatriation on their lips.
Irresolute, the waves.
And the Sea, eternally forced mother
giving birth to ambiguous children.



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