Blue Strings

The sea had big waves
Kitesurfers were riding along the shore flying like birds without home.
Silent steps besides her, walking with a stick in the hand,
plowing the sand leaving behind a wake of strings and curls and shapes.
The noise of a camera shutter, a pose and a smile, laughters.
A forgotten umbrella buried in the sand, pieces of a torned apart flag,
the beginning of a moment that would never end.
Hidden in the dunes, forgotten by the time, rocked by the wind.
Lovers, accompained by the sound of the sea,
tight, intertwined, creating blue strings.

© non sense 2010