And the sea at dawn hugged you
like almost on tiptoe,
with the peace of a sunrise in particular
the beaches of your endless blue.
flyer in the spring of each day,
contained in tears, blue and unfinished stories
fondling naked. Sor Mar!,
confidences of friends,
of whispers in the hearts of poets hugging
lost beacons.
Memories, images
empty cradles and undreamed
dreams.
Sor Mar!,
full of treasures found
and distracted,
light gray days and friendly ports, displays
candles and put forward to the spring moons
and peaceful verses.
At low tide book
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