The  velvety feature of the blushes, shows the subtle whims of your lips  swollen with the insatiable enjoyments of your desires in pleasant  touches. Your  tuned voice begets the sounds that tenderly consent children,  whispering the calm of the nights full of innocent restlessness. Your  eyes reflect only the images superimposed in courtship of seagulls on  the cliffs of precipices, in flutters of circular beauties. The wave hits the rock and in turns takes care to get close to your calves leaving trails clean on the gray wet sand. The  coconut trees begin to beat with the rumble of the impertinent breeze  interrupting the afternoon silence of dolphins jugglers of the sunset. The  mountains of the islands in the distance discover the inert ghostly  figures, dressed in gray, crowned with the orange color of the afternoon  sun. I  enter the salty waters of the beach to caress the waves that are  diminishing their forces in a ritual that says goodbye to the beautiful  day.