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Sand Castle
I was born here on this beach
I am the daughter of these shells
On this beach I played with people like me
With people different than me
On this beach I walked
And looked at the stars in the night
And I prayed
On this beach I grew up
And I was cold
on a sunny day
And I cried and cried to the stars
I opened my arms
Turning and dancing
To understand
Why on that August day
I was cold
I belong to this beach
And here I was born from this shells
Finding shelter inside their shell
When during the August mornings
It was cold
It was cold
As a contemporary artist, Cristina likes to experiment with different media. Text is one of these.
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