Sand curves
Remembering a backpacking trip through Monte Hermoso (where the sun rises and sets over the sea), and the stars are at hand.
I also remember that the beach was embroidered with blond threads, and subtle floral perfumes overcame the salt.
I wanted to live like this for a while ...
Until everything settles down.
One night, while I was watching the clouds, some teenagers came up with a guitar, wine, and fire.
They burned a dry tree,
they sang, and mixed stories.
Some slept on the sand, hugging the moon.