FLOATING
In the water, warm, drifting,
water and salt, the freedom of the open sea,
everything tastes like the waves of life.
In the shade beneath a parasol,
resting on the sand, life itself—
how beautiful it is to do nothing.
Between sandcastles and the salt,
life finds its refuge on the shore.
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FLOTAR
En el agua, caliente, nadando,
agua y sal, agua de mar libre,
todo sabe a olas de la vida.
En la sombra de una sombrilla,
en la arena descansando, vida,
qué bonito es no hacer nada.
Entre castillos de arena y la sal,
la vida se refugia en la playa.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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Comments1
A charming poem of the beach and it's lazy joyfulness. Loved its warmth
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