August
In the heat of August,
On a peak
in Benalmadena hills,
I am looking
over the infinite of sea…
Maybe, I should think
about my existential problems
in a boundless universe.
Under a clear sky,
I dropped the meditation
and I ran to refresh my body
in the cold water
of the sea…
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