The sea is deprived of fiction. The sea
is the most earthly of all the earthly
wonders. The sea has a heavy breathing.
The sea – apotheosis of solitude. Its
heart is like a large jellyfish. How to
understand its vastness and crannies,
its secret pain. Only the cloud in the
sky in the summer heat looks like
its soul. The sea is defenseless and
always in sight. The sea shakes the
horizon in the hammock of its palms.
Life warms in its depths, sensual and
sublime, short-sighted and shy, like
a thought, soaring over the vastness
of the sea bottom. The salty truth
of the sea lives in the August Moon
glare of the autumn leaf fall.
* * *
Like a fluent line,
with high cheekbones and strong,
as on the garden beds of spring,
I run away in absentia
as a not memorized syllable
from the captured hand.
Everything found and lost –
leave for my friends.
With our confused friendship,
independent from words,
I part unpretentiously,
without many troubles.
Autumn tree in such a way
through the ice drift of foliage
bends the farewell winds
to the dale of winter omens
in the sacred evenings,
where there is absence of us.
While night declaims, essential peacefully melts, dissolves, disappears in the cloudless air of life-giving oblivion.…
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