I've left the fiery sand behind
to deep my feet in the cool sea
and I sink in the wet shoreline
relishing my sweet loneliness.
As well as a vessel
whose sails has been given the wind,
I go trough the horizon with my stare.
With more vigour
I deploy my sails;
I plough my concerns
I head myself toward the sun.
Flocks compacts of gulls
Follows me in this travel;
I immolate myself to the horizon,
to the fire of the sunset,
while waters overshadows.
I become sand
I become gravel that leaves crumble itself,
I become water and sun.
A breeze and then nothing.