SAND

Here you have me…
lying at your feet …
burning under your rays…
that shelter and toast my skin…

Here you have me…
hit by the waves…
that alert me to nature,
that although, that we believe it has stopped,
it continues his cycle.

Here you have me,
wet from the rain,
announcing that today, you have not come;
hit by the wind,
that takes me to the abyss,
and only because you, today, are not with me.

Here you have me, lying at your feet,
awaiting your arrival,
because you, and only you, my sun,
you must dwell with me.