The sea reflects the sun,
looking blue, as I face the horizon.
Today, she is the sun,
suspended, then on a quenching mission.
I see her running out
of the sea (like when she was younger).
Her presence takes me off
the sandy floor. I am happy and sad.
Celtic supporters singing their hearts out in our tube carriage, green and white shirts on. Their melody talks about happiness, and...
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