every day that pass...
I look the sea far from me
the waves erase the sketchs made in the sand
the salt make my scars blaze
I wanted to venture in the middle of the light water
how i didn't note that the tide change?
I stayed back, and the sea staying so far
and have too many grains to hold
between my fingers, they go away, all of them.
and now that I note
that I am only a fish forgotten by the tide
Suffocated by my principles
For me, only remains wait, because i know that i die
in the sand
Is the unique price...
