The salt covered her face,
forming tiny crystals,
in the corner of her lips.

Her eyes closed,
Moving  under the eyelids,
slow,
in a relaxed sleep.

She raises her hand with guessing
where he is,
almost to her side.

Seeing how crystals form,
how his face shines against a distant light.

A hand stops in the air,
soft,
like following a music that has stopped.

He makes hugs gestures,
and supports her hands.

A smile is drawn,
the crystals fall off,
regulars,
in waves they shed.

Hes hands go to chest
that breathes,
, their mouths opens.

There will be no more salt.
... the thirst will be quenched.