Island
almost hear it
Is not that right?
the end the din of cars on the street, people, the silence of your room at any time.
If you rest a bit on the seat and turn off the music ...
Have not you listen? Gently lower eyelids.
And there it is. The sound of millions of fish while saying sea sea sea sea Tues
Slowly, smiling, sometimes almost blue salty, dripping with foam ...
And that's the vast, still remember, where my sadness comes and homage to those who have been anchored in an August 20.
