Once again
The sea comes
To give itself
Like a photography
A rite of passage
From the desert to the mirage
Being it salt,
Cold
Or blue
Would it be just a way of speech?
Once again
I see the sea
Coming back
Like a photography
A rite of passage
From the atom to the landscape
As long as it's matted
The green and the blue
It will be wavy
A crazy tangle
Green and blue
It will be wavy