The beach without sand,
it’s a world-wide lake,
residence of a race,
that search only lives with nothing.
They are waves
that bathe the Earth,
terrestrial movements of pain,
fear of the future.
It’s an evanescent dream,
memories lost in the fog,
forgotten by its creators.
It’s a
reef of death,
of infinite forgetfulness,
dreams agglomerated by ridicule.
They are lies of envy,
ridicules of the condemned,
dreams that
shipwrecked.
The beach without sand
it’s a man that doesn’t exist.
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