Oceanic dawn at the center of my life, waves like grapes, the sky’s solitude, you fill me and flood the complete sea, the undiminished sky, tempo and space, sea foam’s white battalions, the orange earth, the sun’s fiery waist in agony, so many gifts and talents, birds soaring into their dreams, and the sea, the sea, suspended aroma, chorus of rich, resonant salt, and meanwhile, we men, touch the water, struggling, and hoping, we touch the sea, hoping.

And the waves tell the firm coast: ‘Everything will be fulfilled.’