Friday, 27 June 2014

Dance on the horizon





When the fire dance on the horizon,
and I walk through the sandy beaches,
when I come back to talk to the waves
about my trivial matters and my lovers...
 

The sleeves of my sweater are torn,
my shoes have small dimples.
I have nothing more in this world
than my incandescent breath.


When the fire dance on the horizon,
that day I won´t regret of my actions,
I do won´t regret of my failures nor losses
because I will talk with the fire
and the fire is gonna talk with me.
I will confess him
all my joys and
all my freedoms
when, finally,
we dance togehter on the horizon.

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