Afternoon at Thuan An beach

It seems like the poplar forest is speaking around me.

windy

deserted beach

yellow sun

that moment

I turned into a kid

Afternoon drive never ends Thuan An

Childish steps with childish crabs

waves

wandering wind

Thuan An is filled with mist

the roads without a destination

The wind blows the casuarinas' hair, whistling in flocks.

Still know, the sea is everywhere waves

where is not the vast sound of thousands of miles

but Thuan An afternoon color is too green

fragile little cloud of wandering love

Well, the sea is never calm.

But Thuan An is not like any other sea.

The sand dunes are endless and never end.

The soul hanging on the mast (*) surrealistically on the new moon

Well, why wait for the tempting horizon?

This wine is distilled by a thousand dews.

sand has become yeast

foot step hole

follow the handcuffs and you will see paradise!

(*) Coastal folk song: If my husband works in the fields, I will follow him/If my husband works at sea, his soul will hang on the mast.

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