An evening wind blows on his open arms, wetting him with sea's tears. The silver of the moon swims in the rolls of the wild ocean, enlightening the beach by its cold flame.
He will stay here, until the reborn of the dawn. Alone in the darkness, his empty eyes will keep gazing at the furthest horizon.
And as the day comes back, the peaceful silence blows up in the rage of the fools. But the awaken dream keeps running, leading him through war and sorrow to finally meet hope... or continue.
Ven 9 Sep - 18:38
