A beach story
Mixed with sand and water
In a seashell
The sail of a boat
Which swayed
On the edge of the sun
By carrying, who knows
Our illusions, born of yesterday
I too often went shipwreck
For not being able to say
Well, what had to be said
With new words
The sea I'm offering you
For your travels
I know waves
That roll gently
A String of Seaweed
Clouds were growing
That play the colours
And paint the music
And arrange the flowers
Into an aquatic casino
I give you the ocean
The races with the wind
That we ran together
What we did together
Hoping that love
Would be offshore
A beach story
Mixed with sand and water
In a seashell
The sail of a boat
Which swayed
On the edge of the sun