A Sand Story
August 7, 2016 §
The sun turned the sand into water and the young bodies were swimming.
Every step a splash of sand in the eyes of time.
Their feet were Hermes’ feet, their breath was Apollo’s. Only their heart was still theirs, beating in their breasts in the same rhythm the ball touched the dry sand.
We pretend that all these moments are just for us. It’s our only chance to be together.