Stroking your head
Your hair, your soul
Caress your face, your cheeks, your smile
I saw the deep sea and I wish I could follow the waves
Why should not I follow them?
Is it maybe a despicable harmful living,
Laying on the sand under the hot sun without receiving a drop of life saving water?
A drop of water I beg
A drop of your water I need
To survive
To survive
To this hottest summertime.

(Salento, agosto 2018)