Written on the sand,
We dance by the wind,
The sea breeze blows,
Scattering air dreams.
Poems, songs and rhymes,
Flowing through a vast blue sky,
Shining colors at the clouds,
Coming from invisible dry mouths.
We just came to say,
Nobody knows what, how,
We speak and fade away,
Semantics go as vows.
As sounds we born,
Echos of someone´s heart,
A Mother whom not exists,
As you can´t sow salt.
Life doesn´t come from blank,
Blood runs from veins.
Sand doesn´t allow to live,
But we insist to sprout in vain.
