Looking at the Waves

Puçol (València, Spain), December 2019

Looking at the waves,

how they tireless pound

the sand, the shore,

how they stir the bottom of the sea,

how they lull the shore to sleep,

I see like in a mirror

my passage through life:

the sand my soul,

water my challenges.


Moved, worn out,

lost in the water,

I find myself once more

in the fresh clean air,

sheltered on the shore.


The swaying never stops,

just like the world never stops,

steady for as long as I breeze

both in learning and in life.


At last reaching the goal 

I will be able to appreciate

the tenacious pounding

of both destiny and life

did make the perfect path

which took me away,

which took me to knowledge.


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