Barefoot in a cold sand expecting the answeres, but sky seems so empty tonight. Even the moonlinght, smudged over the silent sea and too worn out in poems, looks like some cheap costume jewelery . From the rocks, not too far, comes a whisper and the light of someone’s mobile phone. Faded colors of the past and the future. Reality and dreams, a watercolor of life. I try to recognize a place between here and there.
smeared on a window glass
the last sunset