Winter

Winter
sand
empty streets
drifter dogs
breeze of a painful sea

Wind
always on the nose
where did you leave my soul

I miss you
how could I do to avoid it

The orange fishing boats
are coming back
I know you will not be there

I turn in an avenue
I do not want to look at the sea anymore
its cold salt hurt me

I will heal
sooner or later
I know

Although it happens
I will never forget

 MDQ in a winter day
 ph: Marcelo Alvarenga