THE PIER BECAME YOU

Today, I let the time pass by

(not that it asked my permission,

not that the bastard needed my agreement)

But I let it pass all the same

Yet do not think I was idle

for one thing is to let the time pass by

and another one is to let it go

I was busy, in fact:

I walked on the sands, 

tasted the salt,

and saw the waters foaming, a bit angry

In the pier I offered to took a pic 

of two corean friends

who giggled like crazy

(one of them had a terribly green skirt

and looked terribly nice)

And as I did these things

I never ever forget to let the time pass by

No, no, not even for one second

The sun was high 

and I went into a trance

I filled my eyes with all the blues

(training to gain some expertise,

an informal Master in Shades)

and although this poem may lack

a proper unifying topic,

the day would not be complete

without saying that all this time

the pier became you

Sándalo Naranja