ART AND EMOTION
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.
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.
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