It's 5:54 a.m. and the hot salty water bashes against the sand.
Now, the first cars emerge from the night-time lights.
I see a couple,
Him white shirt
Her black shirt
Looking like tourists,
They have the same desoriented expression as I do.
Couple blocks away I watch the red neon
Blinking from the distance,
Next thing I know I'm traveling through
each yellow light
each window
every spit of sea foam
every palm tree,
On top of another hotel
I found a room with lights on, yet
No one seems to be dazzling
in the dark
Gazing the horizon and the dark sea
All by himself...
...besides this hopeless fool
waiting for the sunrise
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC
It's 5:54 a.m. and the hot salty water bashes against the sand.
Now, the first cars emerge from the night-time lights.
I see a couple,
Him white shirt
Her black shirt
Looking like tourists,
They have the same desoriented expression as I do.
Couple blocks away I watch the red neon
Blinking from the distance,
Next thing I know I'm traveling through
each yellow light
each window
every spit of sea foam
every palm tree,
On top of another hotel
I found a room with lights on, yet
No one seems to be dazzling
in the dark
Gazing the horizon and the dark sea
All by himself...
...besides this hopeless fool
waiting for the sunrise
Benidorm, Spain
august 3, 2017
6:07 a.m.
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