Marcus Nalgaber

The flower of my thought will blossom, sometime, when the sadness has gone away and this is how I will remember you, my sweet dove, without the pain that I felt upon losing you and upon not touching your alive, gray and iridescent feather so warm, little dove that came to me hurt and that left alive in me the trace of your innocence and of your calm gaze, tiny heart that already beat in my soul, great affection that you sowed in me, little friend that followed my steps looking for the comfort of my company, love that grew day by day and that joined both of us together, divine gift that I no longer have, memory that I am covering with your timid and simple image, courageous messenger that finally flew again taking with it my smile and my dreams.

I am sailing to the beach I am sailing I'm already entering Clouds of sand over the beach it's very windy I comb your hair on the beach I'm combing it caressing it On the beach on the sand The clouds pass over the sand Caressing, yes, Sand Caressing her, yes I'm coming I'm coming a bit of tranquility I'm coming to the beach I’m coming I’’m coming Slowly yes Slowly yes slowly but on the sand Slowly, oh it burns very much I’lm coming On the sand I am coming Who Knows where

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