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I walk along the beach

Without looking ahead
I´m not afraid of my silence
But I don´t know what I intend to do
I keep my eyes out for you
I´m looking forward to see you
In my imaginary beach, I know, I need
I just feel the mildness of the breeze
I just hear the whisper of the waves
I just feel the warm water in my feet
I just hear the whistle of a distant ship
I walk alone, I know, I need
Without looking ahead
In an isolated stretch
Of dune and beach
(I just feel it)

From “Staub und Schotter: der Wind des Frühlings & die Brise des Hersbtes”,
Ed. CBJE, Rio de Janeiro, 2008.