I sat next to your shore,
thirsty of truth and life…

Sheltered by your bay
and your lost waves…
that heal everything…

I spotted boats moored, in meek ports,
and barges stranded, in blind darkness…

I watched over slender brigantines,
on a rough sea,
but also, small boats,
aimlessly in the midst of calm…

I discover ice storms,
that swallowed boats
of vigor and hope…
and also, brave dinghy
facing star nights and pity…

Today, I come back here, free,
because all that I want to hear is
the silence of your breeze…