Our Water

Our water


Longer days on summertime...
UV rays shattering the glassy office
That reflects a chapel

Across the street
Leisure for the business man
Whose moistened feet
Lays during the lunch time

An itinerant hostel
For the homeless and beggars
Among tourism
By the house of books

The greenish path to insanity
As I see
The gothic architecture

The colorful defocus spots
Glisten weaved in the used water

Democratic.
Amuse me
And I don’t fear to touch it.

A sign

A sign

Lobsters lovers

Soaked fingers

With spicy sauce

Late afternoon in Marblehead

Stores closed

The scent of sandalwood comes evident

Each time waves crashes

Against the slippery slime rocks

The meeting starts at the luxurious bistro

Con men only stalked by the lighthouse spot

Approaching cool breeze from deep ocean

Then darkness

Takes place over the restaurant deck

I knew it

This place is mystic

I cannot deny

Long time, no sea

“Long time, no sea”

Long time, no see - said the mate

Seems to be friends greeting around me

And talking about their lives and wives

Interrupted by their kids asking money for lemonades

Chatting and staring the skyline

Sunset , 4th of July

For those friends , the time lost doesn’t really matters at all

And they wanted more than ever

Revive stories in a fraction of seconds 

Moments gone...

Cheers to make a toast

For the true value of a friendship

Whose concludes and flows its cycle right there in front of me

It can take a long time for this to happen

But there is no “sea” who can destroy it.