Starvation and agony...

I sense my own stench floating,
I dream my own facts crushing,
I taste my tongue and bite it…
Now I’m starving for my stomach
that was lost on the coast …

My tongue buried it in the sand
so it couldn’t smell the rise of the sun.
Dreaming my eyes opened
I woke up and saw the sun, again –
far away in the head of the sea;
next to me, the sand was red because of the wine
griped from the salvation bottle
carried by the sea!
My stomach is crying for food…
I can feed it only with
emotions
felt in my stomach.

The sun, the stomach …
all crushed in a dream
found in a bottle!
Just the wind will carry out
the sand of my thoughts
in agony!!!