A
Stroll to the Beach
Today,
we took a stroll to the beach
It´s
incredible
how
it always looks
the
same
in
a way, but not quite
First
there´s the drive
and
the radio
then
we walk for about
20
min through old musk
dunes
covered
with pine trees
(birds
stained silence
diverting
time)
Just
before reaching the last crest
you
draw the landscape
ahead
in
anticipation as if to
make
sure nothing
goes
wrong
“The
big waves
warm,
salted, they seduce me
and
the wind whispers a constant
present
throughout space. The blue sky
hits
the sand, the sand
receives
the waves in her large maternal
womb
and
the sea all unites.”
The
fact is
the
water was damn cold
the
wind was blowing too hard
the
sand kept chiseling lines
and
the sun
an
ultra violet torrent
bashing
over
our
skins.
Poetry...
©
José Coelho, 2015
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