The Sea, My Album of Memories.

The Sea, My Album of Memories.
The Sea, My Album of Memories.
The Sea, My Album of Memories. by Cilenti Emanuele
The Sea, My Album of Memories.
The Sea, My Album of Memories.

Sometimes listen to the noise
The sea is like browsing
A book of memories,
And I need it
Of those memories!

Each wave is
A scene from a movie
Of which we have been
The only protagonists,
Sitting on the beach
Watching the sunset
Or simply
A new dawn.

I remember when
You said to me: “I love you”
We kept ear
A shell
And we used it
As a telephone
Because our shyness
It kept us from looking at ourselves
In the eyes.

Now I am left alone
On this beach
And my tears
They get confused
With the waves
That tickles me
The feet!

Where are you,
Or my siren?
I am here waiting for you
Risk of collapsing like
A sand castle.

-Cilenti Emanuele

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