A window facing the sea,
A glance...
And watching the world pass by
Amidst the boats and you.
Playing with fate, when it paints
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With white crests.
A window facing the sea
And that fishing net
That was meant to be thrown at the stars
Of those feelings
That we have lost,
So we won't be able to set sail again
Because of a spell and the clear waters.
What must Antonia be doing,
She who has a house in Cefalù?
She opened her doors
To five children from Albania,
Just like an ancient goddess
Who still has faith in the present!
The fishermen love her
And leave fishing nets for her,
Filled with little silver mirrors.
A window facing the sea
And losing our anchor,
And throw down so many lighthouses
And abjure the stars
With you, so we can turn our tomorrow
Into the fruit of an unpredictable
Art.
A window facing the sea,
Both small and white,
That can force us to dream
Beyond our absurdities;
Beyond this small ego
That fills our hearts
But empties our souls.
What must Sameer think
On top of the minaret, in Tangiers?
His feet stepping on misery
And his eyes dreaming of Spain;
He will undress his beautiful body
And he shall jump into the waters.
May the Gods ensure that with the strength
Of longings and yearnings,
He'll be able to set up a boat...
A window facing the sea,
So it can be inhabited
By your eyes, as they make up
Spaces and borders of light,
While a little child falls asleep
As he listens
To Nena's singing.
What must have happened to Giannis,
Who left Icaria
To go to Omonoia Square
And buy an emerald?
So much time, so many prayers
And he still hasn't returned!
Prisoner of an unforeseen body,
Of a desire that he didn't expect...
A window facing the sea...
A glance
And a peaceful olive tree:
Barely on an angle!
A window facing the sea,
Both small and white,
That can force us to dream...
1. Poetic allusion to the sea.