Words melt into the sound of the sea
And the rhythm of the waves.
Narrowing your eyes at the horizon,
What are you thinking?
On the oil painting’s sandy beach,
Thinly spreading cyan.
I don’t dislike
That dream I often see.
Swimming in the air, swallowing the ocean currents,
Swaying the ironclad fortress towards the open sea.
A long novel, to the faraway wonderland,
Being led by your hand.
Tears taste like the sea,
The city sleeps soundly,
A large fish shadow crawls along.
There’s no place to return anymore,
I was swaying in
The quiet lapping of the tide.
Palma traced with fingers
On sunburnt skin,
Only I know this song
That will never resound.
Swimming in the air, swallowing the ocean currents,
Swaying the ironclad fortress towards the open sea.
A long novel, to the faraway wonderland,
Being led by your hand.
Tears taste like the sea,
The city sleeps soundly,
A large fish shadow crawls along.
There’s no place to return anymore.
In your eyes, too blue,
I wanted to drown.
I was dreaming a sweet dream.