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A man resting at the verge of the ocean
Gazing at the ever undulating reflection
Day passes by, and so the people
But the Saudade of his beloved still lingers
As he admires the sunset and then the twilight
He wonders if everything turns into sands and water

A woman standing at the doorway
Lets out a silent wail in the chalet
Embracing an old frame, that’s all left
Realizes her child’s never coming home again
As she wishes she could change the inundation
She wonders if everything turns into winds and rain

A kid counting stars at night
Forgets the one first insight
Asks his mother where did Grandpa go
“Look there!”, she says, “The brightest one shining above”
As he begins with the enumeration again
He wonders if everything turns into stars and dust

A gypsy traveling through a lane
Stops by, to join the grieving men
Seeing heaps of wood, one after another set ablaze
Offers a prayer, one last time, for the deceased friend
As he watches the smoke carried away by the wind
He wonders if everything turns into ashes and fire.


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