Calafell

Foamy waves and salt
that sway
rock tired stars
from the heat.

Marks of small feet
half erased,
remnants of forbidden loves
that are no more.

When the beach is left alone
everything becomes eternal.
From the water, the sky shimmers
like a tree
scared of winter's chill.

Tracks traced
on the sand
reveal secrets written
in the form of names.

It seems like the whole world
wants a break.
The calm wind blows
and gives me peace.

Everything feels distant here on the beach
now that I'm alone.
Little by little, people hide inside their homes
while the air
announces another autumn.