At the dawn of a watercolor
where a landscape begins...
Flower still wet of midnight.
Eyes in the clouds
of an orange flavored day .
At sunrise of a long beach
soothed by kisses .
Soveted by the deceptive sweetness
of the flow ...
Where everything exudes
the early instant innocence .
Languid island ,presence
where the scent of coconut skins
and salty trade winds ,
floats in the air misty with desire .
unfinished ...
At the zenith of shameless
solar glory and fury
which plays with shadow and light ,
a migratory birds fly
by violence of senses ,
and rebirth ...
Deep blue ink that inspires
melody of soul and fulness...
Hours with a hint of storm .
Melancholy that gives
a taste of nostalgia to passions,
that tide carries away
somewhere beyond the ripple...
Would a tear -stained smile
be enough to keep the thread
from breaking ?
Unfinished ...
Rusty ochre twilight ,
the star of the sleepness night,
gently erases the vow that the wave
carry out to the open sea .
vessel bound for shipwreck ,
message in a bottle .
Old rag time so bitter ...
Is a voice and an outstreched hand
over the abyss ,
to leave one\'s mark on life ?
Or the sad gaze of an old dog
that we didn\'t how to love ?
Unfinished watercolor ...