The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
We sit on the beach
And watch the sun slash the sea
With his mighty sword,
Leaving a red bubbling ooze...
Growing into a cut,
A wound,
A bubbling mire
That swallows the very sword that cut it;
A loud darkness...
As if something has died
And something has been born
At the same time.
We sit on the beach
And watch the sun slash the sea...
And we enjoy it
And tilt our heads on each other...
And whisper things into each other's ears
Until there is darkness.
Then I realize I was alone the whole time...
And the sea was singing.
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