it is a hot day in august
the many many tourist
they are a many seething
colors..

they go and sit by the first
sea
in the quiet
they are a humming hush
of technology..

some of the cafe
every skin
down to and by
the peaceful water´s

edge..
let the brilliant day
perform
it´s moment..

thirst
and famine
are pledged..
a ball too and fro..

lunch comes and
goes..
dozing in the shade
the afternoon is a long

dream..
broken only
by the spell
of hypnotic surf..

the child tumbles
and is set too
the predominant
setting is through..

it all just seems
quiet is ablaze..
a gull..
people huddle in

shrinking shade..
lover´s cuddle
in the waves..
these are the happy

days..
there
the sun
sinks..

and comes the
jasmine night.
the stars of light..
bewitch..