Is not the waves you catch,
How hard or how strong.
It´s the wind in your hair
The Ocean´s song.
The water is magic,
Your worries go out
Away from this world
From this dream-world.
The shine of the wetsuit
Glimmered in the sun,
Waiting for the perfect wave
To come upon
Only knowledge,
Of what´s going on
Is the coming of the waves
In the wake of the dawn.
The exited surfers start to row the wave,
Starting to stand-up above the world
Not worried about the time
Not worried about nothing
Saludos
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