Beach of Oblivion ...

I run away from the shadow; I close my eyes: there is nothing.

My life doesn't even allow

the rumour of people

on the desolate beach.

 

Only a decision to forget:

but only at this moment do I discover it

like a red fruit

from which, without knowing it, I sustain myself.

 

And from the yellow sun in the sky

I only know that it has burnt my skin.

I swear: I didn't even notice it

when it was born.

 

David Mourão Ferreira

Done