will be unveiled in different eyes
as they behold our horizon:
and you,
what did you feel
when you looked past them?
We are the missing line
that the sea keeps revealing:
within it, silence fits
and breeze as well;
in the sea,
every memory
and every context;
and time [fits]
in what reveals them.
Cold is a sea
that waves from dreams
and sharply breaks reality.
Keen,
the warmth is you,
who wakes everything,
day by day.