Perro de playa

Spitting bold smoke from his body.
Talking to the sea and the silence.
"Did I just come to life, or was it a moment ago?"
"Do I feel the sky sweating, or is it my god?"
From his body, I heard him leave.
Faster than a bullet, as smooth as the sea.
Silence begged a naked blind man on the shore.
The whole room and its reason were in the dark.
Blinded by emotion, he went to the sea.
Talking about love, with an orchid.
Trying to find reasons that are no longer there.
And his guitar on the breeze.
Foliage among the plans.
Palermo doesn’t look back, almost absolute beauty.
And willows, swaying ribbons to the rhythm of the wind.
And the beach dog, wanders through the sand.
The beach dog and his calm.
And his calm.