One single drop of blue water,
A century lost in a sweet sea.
What can I say that you haven’t heard?
If this pain has glued me in saline wee.
Two drops running through my face,
The storm came, and in it, life.
Remembering a scared taste,
Knowing the tears will not suffice.
Drops of heavy water, as I knew them,
They are the end to this moisten story.
Remember me, well-endowed in sand
Enjoy the sea sounding in all its glory.
Emptiness, the rummaging of what I feel,
Clear water flowing, in rivers of pure gold,
Turning the air I breathe in steel.
Open the soul, liquid exposed in cold.
One single drop, a battle for the unfair,
Showing nothing, but still mighty scared,
Because future lies elsewhere
And now, wet as sand, thick as air,
Admit, Know nothing… Can’t spare…