““I sit on the shore, with my knees bent, my face resting on them. I watch the people walk past me, walk past the sea. I watch their footprints on the wet sand, there for a second, and then erased by a lapping wave, like a hurrying maid, as if never she wanted those footprints there. I close my eyes, and think about you. I close my eyes and think about about your absence, your presence, the inevitable separation, my stupidity, my foolishness, my butterfly chase. I close my eyes and think about everyone who once touched me, who loved me,who love me, who thanked me.I close my eyes and think about a door closing on me, and another one being opened by some stranger. I close my eyes and think about life. And then, I meet life...again.””
