Sometimes It’s Beautiful Simply To Be

To be a moment before rain. When the black stormy clouds are burning over the rebellious white sand of the beach.

A moment before silence. When billows of the sea are trying to get rid of the rubbish, carried around like caravans of useless suitcases.

Before snow. When the full moon takes over the work of the sun’ s batteries allowing constellations to mix up one’ s foot-steps.

To be a moment before sleep. When flowers of shadow in the wet alsphalt are the only signs of one’ s presence .