THE QUESTION…

Sitting on the sand

looking out to sea

watching the calm sea.

He comes closer

whispers to her

short and simple words

mute words for strangers

• Will you marry me?

The sigh that lifts the air

lets hear a chink

the most important one.

She

looks into his eyes

he doesn’t avoid her

he doesn’t avoid her

It begins with a crystalline drop

a downpour

a summer storm.

He

already has his answer…

O.