Rowing in my little boat made out of pieces of drift wood that the sea gave me.
Navigating on mirrors that my paddle brake into thousand pieces in movement.
In the distance the waves brake in white silver light and i can hear the Jentil in the distance singing his misfortune.
The village sleeps and got insomnia floating in warm waters and no body knows where I am,not even my self everything is silver and blue and I am invisible.
Is midnight and I can see the silhouette of the palm trees and the jungle blue and quiet the ocean doesn't move without falling sleep and I am me without being my self.
With bare foot and my whole being invaded with sea moon and magic amor de mar that only I can perceive.
Screaming my love to the sea the moon and my beloved village standing in my little boat with my arms wide open and my heart pounding magical salty love.
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