Breast in fragile board
Feeling of Freedom
A perfect synchrony
Waiting for the right moment
to keep harmony
Feeling the foam on his face
salt and sun feel so taste
Standing in fragile board
searching for stability
picking up more speed
discovers a new addiction
the soul is purified,
the body adapts,
stabilizes the mind.
Laying the fragile board
watching the sun go down
mouth the taste of salt
In the skin like the sun
There is nothing
Nothing that one day will not cure
What are some saltwater for
for other waters are sacred.
