March, 2022.

Yesterday I saw a memory built with sand.

(from a nearby beach...)

Tight, shapeless and wet volume (his little hands...).

Then a spatula (his little fingers...) carving,

with small cuts to achieve

the shape of something like a chair.

Simple process.

And it was seawater,

(from a wave of a nearby sea...),

that transformed matter into memory.

And the one that started it all.

A grand finale that is far from simple.

Beginning and end and, again, beginning.

Today that little pile of wet sand remains.

The end of a creation and the beginning of a memory.

Ten years since he left,

and now it comes with a pile of sand.

Create to excite.

Proof achieved.

Ricardo Corcuera

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