Click here for Italain/original version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/01/13/poesia-mare/
You always make noise, never stop.
You remind me about myself:
Either calm or agitated,
your words are always heard.
But when you are calm, there seems to be a great silence.
I often let myself be carried away by you…
It’s nice to be welcomed, from your sway.
Diving to bottom, if I can.
Or maybe sometimes just stopping,
looking at a horizon that seems to never end.
Sometimes I caress you, but you are not an animal.
It seems that you have a huge soul. A God.
It’s nice to visit you, in many parts of the year: Summer, spring, winter…
See the various shapes, even if it seems that never changes.
Sea. Infinite expanse, of stories. On the boats, on the banks.
It looks like this,
the aspect of eternity.