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The white froth horses gallop across the waves
They rear and buck, rising higher only to crash down as soon as they appear.
The ripples that chase us like the tail of a great dolphin
And the sea that parts in front of us, like soldiers respectfully standing aside
To afterwards close without hesitation
The salt that seeps into ones mouth and hangs like dew on your hair
And the sunlight dancing across the surface of the glass-like water
Soon hiding as the sea explodes and writhes to settle.
This is an ocean that, like a great cat, creeps and hides.
It roars and growls, black as sin.
This, which trickles and shines emerald and blue, to throw you in the air and send you crashing down in its displeasure, its deception.
At one moment it is calm and unreadable, an empty page with no more words to say, then, with no warning, no reason, it strikes, a python, a spider picking up its prey.
A thousand suns float on the surface, the surface of a thousand seas, like fireflies on black satin, ebony velvet.
Year by year, we go, we stay
As the ocean reveals unknown lands in front of us.
The lion figurehead roars, fighting the panther that is the sea.
The earth and sky are not boundaries to us, but paths to new adventure
And though we are heading to a hole in the ground
We take the long way there, waiting, not looking for an answer.
It is the journey that we enjoy, the destination is just an excuse.