The deserted beach
resumes as soon as the sea goes, to desire it:
is like our love only lulled
as nothing more than a promise ...
But if the wave breaks off the beach, there's just nostalgia
a flower that should be there to make up the post in your
rumored to race.
abrupt and painful,
shone in the dead silence that hinders us, as
between the beach and a long soak
suddenly appeared on the surface of the limos.
And this was just born tough love
disenchantment in the curve of your sky.
David Mourao-Ferreira
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