It was sunset and I stood in front of that sea, its ambiance was nice, and the softest thing there was the sound of waves. You feel in serenity far from worries, looking around and seeing the beautiful view, the sea and the sun whispering, and the small fishing boats that remind you of the simple past…

I waited for your sunset to see that emaciated oak that bid farewell to the sea..and those boats.. bid farewell to a day gone by in my life...

That sea began to fill with sunset threads and the sounds of those waves instill longing in my heart.. Yes, it is the longing of seeing the sky and the setting sun.

At the moment of your sunset, O sun, and you left us a scene in which feelings soften and soften..

A wonderful sight that charms the eyes of many people..

A scene that revives wretched hearts.. That color is the color of the crow. Who folded the pages of yesterday and breathed life into the soul...

I waited for that wondrous sight that turns the sea and the air into another place, a place that the eye forgets, that makes you forget the worries and sorrows that hold your breath, and bids you farewell with a sunset that fills hearts with sweet feelings...

Filled the corners with his perfume... and flooded the feelings with his splendor...

The color of your sunset is expressing it even if you fill it

I waited for that scene to stay moments with myself, contemplating the red twilight embracing the hill.