Time...
It's never enough.
It's too fast.
It's indelible.
It leaves traces.
Time is cruel.

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I'm a sandcastle
on the beach,
solid and proud.

I'm staring with desire
at the waves.

They're nearly touching me.

If just one could reach me
it would dissolve myself.

It would be the end.

Or a new beginning.

My last Market was being awful but something happened to change the day
On Friday the wind tried to blow away my umbrella. The lids of mirror's boxes were flying everywhere, my hat flew off and fell in the Thames.

I was abandoning the idea to have back my hat, when suddenly my collegue run away from her stall and she came back with a stick.

I dragged the stupid beret near me but I couldn't pull it out from the water.
I would have needed a hook when another my collegue from the other side of Market climbed over the railing and grabbed it. Friends!

At the end of the day a couple of swan swam in the river close to me. I took pictures and I gave them some bread that, to my amazement, they kindly ate from my hand.

Terrible weather, bad business, lovely day.

Post scriptum for my teacher: Do you know how this is difficult for me? However I'm pleased to try it out.