Mar Impossível [English translation]

In the purest snow I write

My longing for the sea.

I feel longing for the sand

White snow in the moonlight.

I feel longing for the wind

Blowing briefly, undecided,

As lightly as a thought

Of the blue sky, calm and smooth.

I feel longing for the waves,

For the conches and the mermaids.

Here there are few waves

And they live in half walls

In the heart with longing

Of not seeing the endless sea.

When I can't sing

I feel longing for me.