Hole in the sand by Bien-Être pour Bien Vivre

I could not be seen

But I was seeing everything Everything in a whole scene

And, I felt this odd feeling Running through all my being

I was near the old man

The one who was digging

Holes in the sand

While talking to his shadow Unveiling his sorrow

I went closer to him

I took his hands in mines

I knelt down next to him

To dig with my bare hands

Holes to bury madness in the sand