Tighten your hearts in your hand.
Set them on fire as the last weeds of the most remote beach.
Dance because you know that is the last time that you can do it.
Dance because it is the only thing left to do.
To ignore everything around you.
Remembering that reality you thought so special, so unique.
Then realize its infinite echo.
Dance and raise the hearts you’re setting on fire.
Burn your hands and throw him to the ground.
Turn it off and bury it on the sand.
Look at what is left after its drift.
You know that it was already buried,
It was your intention to rid.
Let it rest.