One day, one morning

One day, one morning, a beach. The light which is erased. Silhouettes which intertwine. In the decoration of an image. Sand under the feet. Gently to trail. Without another project. To dawdle. In the fresh air of a shaded sky. Carried by the one winter melancholy. On the ground and the sea. Silence and its mysteries. Until where the glance falls down. On the wall of the limits of time. With the chance. To accept the imaginary country. Its glowing suns. The falling asleep evening. When. The light which is erased. Forsake the silhouettes which intertwine. In the lapse of memory of a nostalgia. On the web of a beach without patronym.  Ghostly. Disappearing in the wall from time. Diabolic. Assemble the melody. Throbbing of a skinned way. Whispering. Faint whims. Of a deadened wind. Loan to be awaked. For all to sweep. And to start again. One day, one morning, a beach. The light which is erased. Silhouettes which intertwine. In the decoration of an image. This impotence to be able to only forget. Fragmented short periods of life. Incompetent to awake them. Or to preserve them. In the freezer of a memory. Selective and ridiculous. Knock the slow movement. Beam of time. While sowing. Star particles. The one moment space. When the veil rises. Modest of a bracket of eternity. Filled with wonder eyes. Sand under the feet. Gently to trail. Without another project. To dawdle.