This is not the sea that I know
and admire when dusk falls,
with its huge, fascinating blue,
when the sun on the waves floats.
No, this is not the sea I adore,
agitated or placid while sleeping,
with its roar often transformed
into an elusive, vibrant symphony.
It returns a lot of lifeless bodies,
eyes fixed on the immense sky,
dreams drowned on the brink
of the aspired remote paradise.
It’s ruthless, extracting from
its chest dead, drowned dreams.
No, this is not the sea that I adore
and love; this cannot be my sea!
