The sand is under his feet. He’s playin` soft under the rising sun. He hurt them yesterday, tryin` to capture the waves, and he falled, remaining captured by the tricky water.
He’s long, white shirt is getting to feet and turns them on. It feels every move he makes. Is like a game, he’s playing with every part of his body. They’re all dancing under his desires.
Anyway, i feel empty, have no power to make him notice me. But i close my eyes and i imagine his feet trambling under mines. and the sand buries us under the sun rays.
But he goes away. His white shirt becomes black under the night shadows and i can’t see his eyes anymore. I can’t feel his feet and now i’m trambling by myself.
- Where’s the sea?
He disappeared and the waves too. I can hear the wind whispering in my ear.
- Don’t wait for me...
No foot marks, no goodbye, no tears, just a fear that one day i’ll feel some trambling feet under mines again, trying to guide me to the rays. He stopped me when i started to forget my way and enjoy the ride with no thoughts for myself.
- And the waves?
The waves got me back in loneliness, i’m searching for the white shirt to wear me to happiness.
And i feel quite dead..