In a creek, couple steps from the waves
The shadows of the trees, their white flowers
Sand in their hair, and shells at their feet.

A gentle breeze, a pearly drink
The murmur of locals and travelers
The melody of nothing, making it whole

In a street, couple steps from the cars
The shadows of the trees, their white flowers
Wind in their hair, and the world at their feet.

A gentle breeze, a coffee drip
The music of conversations and passer-bys
The chaos of order, individuals and whole

Sand and concrete, what is your beauty
If not with wind, drinks, trees and chatter
Welcome the sun and confusion of lives

Qwarkyl

20/04/2026, Sài Gòn

Written while listening to Dreaming in Green - Claudio Constantini