When loneliness, companion insurmountable moments of re-encounter, take me by the hand to walk through the streets of Sun City, I smile and make pact of silence. Mouth shut for so long is a relief, is a quiet and dark lake where my bugs can go for a walk and looked out of my eyes. Sometimes I look at the nail of the other, objects, shapes and figures or in the sea.
I went to greet a few days ago. Had not visited the beach since my arrival in this country. I missed him. I called. Was. The cold wind that combed his mane me shudder. Its vastness again captured my attention.
I went (we approach, loneliness and me) to the edge, not even take off our shoes. It was too cold despite the sun. In a place that I thought would not be achieved, foam up and licked the tip of my shoes, feeling that told me "Welcome back." How can the memory of her algae do not forget any of his swimmers, their lovers, their visitors? We took him to lick wounds, which leaves us in the skin, invisible scars of salt as much as we bañemos leave their memory in us.
Mar, always well-loved, always receptive.
I went to greet a few days ago. Had not visited the beach since my arrival in this country. I missed him. I called. Was. The cold wind that combed his mane me shudder. Its vastness again captured my attention.
I went (we approach, loneliness and me) to the edge, not even take off our shoes. It was too cold despite the sun. In a place that I thought would not be achieved, foam up and licked the tip of my shoes, feeling that told me "Welcome back." How can the memory of her algae do not forget any of his swimmers, their lovers, their visitors? We took him to lick wounds, which leaves us in the skin, invisible scars of salt as much as we bañemos leave their memory in us.
Mar, always well-loved, always receptive.
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