poem by Ruth Salles
What a blue mass shines and sways
and in the deepest ground rests?
It's the endless sea. it's the ocean
to glide perennial and flat.
Sometimes it bends, undulating,
the high waves rising;
and, finding the hard rock,
want to continue your adventure,
and dashes, and the waves call,
and beats, and sneezes and splatters;
and when the beach appears to you,
this rage he soon forgets,
and to meet you it already rises
and release the waves there on the sand.
Within the waters, what is in the sea?
Bright fish swimming.
And long plants, entwining,
to your swing they go dancing.
And there are high mountains, deep valleys…
Within the waters, how many worlds!
They also say that there are mermaids there
near rocks and sands,
and that the roar that is in the sea
are the mermaids singing.
But it's the waves far away
to summon the navigators:
“There are new lands to find!
Only I can take them there!”
And the beautiful sea, in its swing,
waves the waters without rest…
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