Touch Of The Tide
A touch of the tide, gently kissing the feet.
A moment of music, a sea of meaning, poured in the soul.
With a single touch, it retreats.
Leaving a trace of calm and clarity.
As if the sea whispered purifying secrets.
Caanmueno
Caanmueno: The experience of being asleep while the toll of church bells overstep into the dreams realm, becoming a companion throughout the slumber, until the gentle sound of birds slowly wakes you up.
Tears Of A Memory
Dusk has arrived.
And the scar rips.
By the sharp tears.
Of a bittersweet memory.