The sea was suave,
and on the
background,
the sun molded the
horizon behind the mountains,
bringing the
afternoon to an end.
Also up in the
skies,
upon the Two Brothers Mountain,
you could see some
shinning dots,
tremulous,
welcoming…
The white undulation
danced around me,
as the salt water fell
down my body,
like a smooth perfumed
fragranced oil,
in slow pulse,
teasing my skin.
The sun did not
want to go,
up high still he
was crafty with the moon,
lost in its Brazilian daylight saving time.
Dives,
waves,
dreams,
energy,
well being with
life.
And I woke up
still feeling the swing of the waters on my legs,
with all the
dormant thoughts in sand,
willing to
eternalize all moments,
and every single
glory,
from
all the lost dreams…