The other side of the sea
Thoughts are footprints that go all the way
In the most quaint way
Flash the light of history
I use language
Greetings to them
That eye
In the moment when he was illuminated by the ancestral temple
Seem so surprised so happy
In that look, yes
There is a depth of my understanding

The sea is flowing away from the sad past
That concise line of poetry
Wet acacia
Whose eyes are rising with spring tide?
That day will surely come
A treasure island, immortal from now on