fresh sand on his feet inching sundown. The tiny granules formed small mounds and valleys in its path. Go step by step towards the shore, where lay shells and small pieces of glass polished by the salt. Light showers with the water touched the soft sand, making it increasingly dark and solid to rest the feet. The reddish sky was reflected in that water and slowly changed, the gulls disappeared, giving way to the moon and stars to the first round. He dipped his fingers, ankles and then the calves. He paused a moment to feel the stones hidden where the eye pulls' em now no more. Small waves lapped at the edge of the white dress that became soft and followed the comings and goings of the foam. One step and another. And yet another one. The back for the hot morning sun jumped into contact with the sea the desert turned to look at the shore and the lights in the distance and some shade. A confused music came from somewhere, but most of all the lapping water, always the same, peaceful. The light fabric clung to her body hours proceeded silent. The long hair blacks, the breeze ruffled, he dunked sticking to the shoulders, breast and neck. He thought he thought. He saw the faces, listen again to the voices. Everything is consistent, the laughter, fists clenched, the hugs, tears, phone calls, the door locked, the things he wanted to say and water, warm water of a summer evening, a ' Last night all summer. Water on the chin, water on his lips. Sea and tears, salt in the salt, salt in his eyes. Friday, August 8, 2008
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fresh sand on his feet inching sundown. The tiny granules formed small mounds and valleys in its path. Go step by step towards the shore, where lay shells and small pieces of glass polished by the salt. Light showers with the water touched the soft sand, making it increasingly dark and solid to rest the feet. The reddish sky was reflected in that water and slowly changed, the gulls disappeared, giving way to the moon and stars to the first round. He dipped his fingers, ankles and then the calves. He paused a moment to feel the stones hidden where the eye pulls' em now no more. Small waves lapped at the edge of the white dress that became soft and followed the comings and goings of the foam. One step and another. And yet another one. The back for the hot morning sun jumped into contact with the sea the desert turned to look at the shore and the lights in the distance and some shade. A confused music came from somewhere, but most of all the lapping water, always the same, peaceful. The light fabric clung to her body hours proceeded silent. The long hair blacks, the breeze ruffled, he dunked sticking to the shoulders, breast and neck. He thought he thought. He saw the faces, listen again to the voices. Everything is consistent, the laughter, fists clenched, the hugs, tears, phone calls, the door locked, the things he wanted to say and water, warm water of a summer evening, a ' Last night all summer. Water on the chin, water on his lips. Sea and tears, salt in the salt, salt in his eyes.
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