Twist and turn in the sand
A commitment
With no compromise
And as a child
I knew by my heart
All the lines
All the lines
Printed on a retina
The permanent round trip
Comes alive
And as a child
By your heart
All the lines
You know all the lines
Youth
Who own the shore
You never die
Move
You never cease to move
Four children synchronized
Carnelian stone’s liturgy
Laugh crushed by tears
Eyes full of salt
Never dry
Never they get bored
Revealed by the tide
A pool of light
Echoes
When the mistral sights
And the water ripples
Wrinkled eyes
Wrinkled lakes
Youth
Who own the shore
You never die
Move
You never cease to move