Page 88 - THE BOOK DEMO

Translation:

Unstable dunes

Looking at the ground
You're counting your toes again.
You stopped feeling a long time ago
The sand gliding through them;
You feel only your face
Maliciously burnt by the sun.
You're following your path
But you don't dare to look up

You know perfectly what's surrounding you-
They told you everything about the unstable dunes;

They warned you about the sun
And how you're not supposed to look at it.
Suddenly you scream
And you allow yourself
To slowly melt on the sand
Leaving a small trace behind
Rapidly erased by the unstable dunes.
What you don't get to see
Is how your screams are turning into birds
That will one day

Reach
The sun.
​Bristena

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