Like when the waves were waking up, on the morning breeze, hugging the foam that came off the broken hands, from the footprints that still breathed the dawn.
A lipstick drew on her lips, the brightness of her face and her smile was hidden in the reflection of that empty glass.
The window was already almost awakening with the timid ray of sunlight that allowed to see the light of day.
She walked with her empty glass to the sand, while the dawn already fell asleep.
In a slow journey, she undressed the horizon with her hands, dropping the glass on the sand, while the earth already rose to its feet.
A sky full of light, undressed her face, leaving the moon asleep on the horizon.
Her bare feet were sliding across the sand
between the cigarette smoke and the desert that she wrote with words in silence, wanting to drag her steps because of the scream that was awakening from life.