Distant sea, do you know your mystery?…
There, upon your shore,
the smallest dream of man
does not remain forgotten,
as in the soul the thought
—petal, sun and mother-of-pearl—,
on the shoulders of time…

Distant sea:
my body lies upon your sand,
over the shadow of its body,
and it dreams, dreams, dreams, asleep within you,
that it lives without you like me when I am awake,
with my forehead in the water and my eyes full of thirst,
while the sea lives, my blood, in your memory.