Like shipwrecked lovers we traveled
all a day long, in search of the sea,
the lands of the south.
And like the misterious way to the enchanted city,
the more we approached
the further away it was.
Then you asked me
from this picture of yours with the white dress,
whitewashed like a little Andalusian house:
Where will we be the next year?
Glaucous and salted nacre’s waves
climbed the branches of the cork oaks
and in every seagull beated a disconsolated heart.
At the beach we discovered the earth
washing its feet
and the sea was a firmament of conflicting passions
where sparkled, astral,
the silvered sardines
and the tiny sea snails
and the starfishes that, didn’t you know?,
are the shooting stars fallen to the water.
Then we were counting one by one our waves
that came to us like a dog to its master,
never closer than that of our proud heart
until an oceanic feeling
invaded our existence
and like kissing we got into the water.
Galactic tremolo of the oceanic harmony,
white beard of the great Neptune,
a thousand of milky ways that, night after night,
collect the waters in its jet mirror
to deliver it, submissive, to our pilgrims feet!
Oh, wave breaker
where the sea whispers to the earth’s ears
the secrets of immensity!
Oh, moment perfect like a contact,
the time’s most beautiful face,
the joyful summer of a youth’s year in our lives!