Your words,

sold out,

dripped words,

what else they looked like

sneezes of melodious waves,

and firm.!

I looked at the sea,

turquoise color meek,

the seagulls danced the rhythm

of mating,

the midday sun lay,

a warmth.

.

I continued to stare at the sea ..

quiet and safe,

sighing,

phrases, candy, a sweet concoction.

For a long time he did not feel them,

they were a celery of lightness

fantastical

who hugged me

carefully...

I let myself pack ...

The sea called for me ...

The waves melted lightly,

in whispers on the edge of the beach ...

The mystery between me and the sea is great.

I can say

that our love is ephemeral,

our tertulias, in the late afternoon

hides in the wet sand ...

Graça Bica.

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