|Beyond the Wind||
Lost in your
Sailing and Life
on the Beach?
What seek ye? What dreams do you chase?
New latitudes? A new meridian?
This daily life is too quotidian?
So real that it ends up surreal?
No midnight love shares your embrace?
The king has masked his tyrant's face?
Then put yourself in Hamlet's place.
Take it to the limit.
Could you be dead?
Could it be you died one summer day?
Summertime blue and sandy . . .
Autumn windy and gold.
Died and left those streets we lived on once
Empty streets of ghosts?
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