I walk barefoot in a long, quiet,
On my feet, my shitty slippers,
At the top,
harboring all the colors of the rainbow,
a dress that is fascinating,
A slight wind is starting,
I’m flying my clothes to the skirts.
Butterflies hiding in the colors of the rainbow,
they want to open their wings and fly, with the winds blowing blue.
I take off my usual slippers from my feet,
Walking over the wet sands,
I want to feel it,
With the tiny bubbles of the waves
softly passing over my feet,
The foams are dancing with the wind,
Wet sand, scene
it seems to accompany them.
The wind is compassionate, the waves are calm,
they continue to dance peacefully on the welcoming beach
as if they had no intention to leave each other.
Something shines in the sand,
I lean and look;
Is there an oyster or a pearl in there?
I’m smiling …
I keep walking,
I turn to the back and look at the footsteps I left,
I am walking, I am filled with peace,
I do not want this beach and this walk to finish,
I have my usual slippers,
I look back at the footprints in the sand,
This time, vaguely,
In fact, they have been almost wiped out by the bubbles.
Time of the sun’s rendezvous
the love that waits in the infinity of the horizon,
With all the hunger for love,
Just as a peacock opens its wings,
As colorful and unique designs are jealous
all the colors in the palette,
Using the rainbow brush,
With a master painter,
When barefoot diving
this vast wilderness is endless,
I realize suddenly
master of colors,
My slick slippers and me
say softly goodbye
Foams, wet sands, private,
Wanting to stay alone with his love
master of colors.