watch the sunset setting on fire the concrete buildings you can see at the horizon, feel the sand cooling in your palms as the sun is one more time going down. watch the stars while they slowly show their bright faces between the clouds.
upon the sea the moon again kisses the skies before they go to sleep and I'm not there, I'm not there to see it with you.
breath in the salty evening hear the voices of the waves singing unheard lyrics;
build a fire gather some souls a guitar sound, you have it all.
wait for the sunrise to paint the clouds dance with a stranger while the Bolero with its crescendo touches your mind see the Black sea turning into Red see the shy sunrays braided with the waves, kiss the air while it is still fresh, feel the sand as it gets warmer in your hands. watch this life waking up again, and if you have any free time send me a picture of your perfect land. or, better yet, send me a picture of your smile after all, that's the image I most long to have when the night breaks in and I have only darkness between my clouds.
*upon the sea the moon again kisses the skies before she goes to sleep and I'm not there, I'm not there to see it with you
There's a place, somewhere at the sea, where they play Bolero as the sun rises. One of the best sunrises I have ever lived to see/feel/hear.