Tiempo de playa above all There is my whole world all my sensitivity all my now frustrated adolescent desire It seems as if a time were repeating to me where the shore was not a limit and where fantastic Grandville landscapes were built on the sand All the beaches in the world are unpublished Something hinted Tati and now Aguirre of that otherworld of them I only ask Javier to persevere in building on the sand that civilization of taste that subtle touch to erotically enjoy them Luis G Berlanga