With feet on the ground, stepping.
Stepping with my feet, stumbling.
In the sand, in the warm summers,
stumbling with my feet, falling.
Escaping broken life,
for a few moments, we float.
In those dreams that will return,
eager to have a good time.
Barefoot on the beaches,
submerged in the water.
Moments to repeat,
getting out of the routine.
Stumbling over everything,
I go by fits and starts,
on the thin lands,
on the fine sands.
Falling once more,
into melancholy,
in no man's lands.
and then everything starts.
Once more that sea,
waters and beaches, seas,
other times the party begins.

In the bustle of the sea,
in the moving tranquility,
in the boiling, in the burnishing of gold.
Disconnected, with fear of returning,
without wanting to return to the heavy routine.
With feet on the beaches, playing,
playing with other feet, having fun,
in the summer to do crazy things.
To have a little more fun,
and then the usual drag,
that tedium, that bore.
Now with my feet,
in the sands,
vacation,
sea and sun.


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13 de Agosto de 2025

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