I chose to be sea
rather than rock. Be driven by wind,
without fear of succumbing
before the dark vertigo of cliffs.
Because after the fall,
I know the strength with which
my angry waves rise
and the whirlpools they form.
I know the soft foam that results from a burst
―thirsty lips fade when kissing your shores.
I hold in my chest fierce beasts
and witness love's embrace
with the swing of my music.
I'll bury corpses and dreams,
it will be worth this infinity of contradictions.
I know you will find me one day.
You'll ask the starlight to sail in the nights
and brave as Ulysses, face all the storms
to lead me to the shore where my crystalline body
dances for you on warm sands.
Your feet embrace my ephemeral caresses
with the desire to contain yourself
or return to my waters. A sailor ashore
is a man lost to life.