Cold ocean
of famous beaches
flied over
by analytical seagulls:
I listen
the wind hiss
around my hair
letting
my soul
go out of me
to reach
its horizon
crowded
of solitaries.
Cold ocean
of famous beaches
flied over
by analytical seagulls:
I listen
the wind hiss
around my hair
letting
my soul
go out of me
to reach
its horizon
crowded
of solitaries.