Hope keeps you alive, Hope for a new life. The hazard to be enchained by the waves is worth it when you have the prospect of a time without starvation, without war. There aren’t many miles that separate you from the Costa del Sol, and ain’t its sun also shining on you, and ain’t its sun also shining on you, isn’t its sand the sand of your homeland? So you venture the step, driven by fear, fear and sorrow, driven in the quicksand of the coast, the empire of deportation. But the wind steals your vigor, it drags your boat and the streaming spits its water to drown your patera. The ocean wants to draw its shadows. Costa de la esperanza. Costa de la sombra. An overcast sky, the sunrays are hiding. Should he leave the room? Lasting nightfall. But the haze of the sea is tempting, its salt will hug your skin. So he’s standing right beside the sea, and he looks at the rocky coast, but what he’s seeing is no idyll anymore. Washed up on the Costa del Sol, have you reached the sunny side? You’re dead, he’s starring and he’s realizing that the Costa del Sol now has lost its sun.
released May 13, 2013
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