seashore
You alway appear with the most beautiful aspirations in company,
in company.
Like us in daylight,and the ego in the dream,
it's a kind of beauty that no one can tell.
When the morning sun rising from the horizon,
we strool on the beach with the breeze blowing our face
listening to the sea's azure breath
fronting the sea,
fronting the past countless centries
unconsciously
around my heart
a wall made up of melancholy brickcollapses,
rumbling aloud.