The Sea

Old man & the sea, Hemingway
I journey
by boat
as an oil
I breathe
Let myself being caressed in the wind
Happy without knowing the reason
In the distance I see the brine
Its waters are of an infinite beauty
And I contemplate
Infatuated, cheerful
The blue fragrance to perfume
A last flaw on a pad
For the seek of a lifetime
With harmony
Like nothing could erase this fairy
Even in heaven
To arise for a kiss
And then swim with the sea. — Adrian von Ziegler, “Cliffs of Mohér”