Rain
after the sun lave the beach
and the furious heat
to crash the soul and ruin the heart
If I could be
someone who drink his coffee
and then coming back to the beach
for his girl in bikini
and pass the oil over her back
meanwhile the waves of sea
are dancing the song of summer
with rhythm vital and transcendent
Rain
from the placidity of the afternoon
in the bewitchment of the moment
where is possible turn the eyes
to discover an horizon
and think about the drops of water
who they wet to leave us breathe
