beach journal

🌀: November 17th 

The truth is I'm writing this out of boredom, and it seems a bit unnecessary, but yesterday I went to the beach (the one "closest" to my house) and I don't know if you remember the time I published a bulletin with snapshots of a beach, well this is the same. Even though I didn't have electricity in the house, being here was the most satisfying thing, Because the breeze was perfect and the atmosphere was very cool.

I wrote a poem, not talking about myself, talking about how wonderful the atmosphere on the beach was, and how this place made me feel like new, purified.

🐚: Dear world, it seems that the twisted grimace of the false smile has been able to wither away completely.

Now it seems that at last the air is guiding the blind birds along the rough path.

There are only horses riding in the descent of dawn.

Carrying in a clenched fist the constellation that in the name of all releases the petals of delirium.