Oceanic dawn,
at the center
of my life.
Waves like grapes,
the sky's solitude.
You fill me
and flood
the complete sea,
the undimished sky.
Tempo
and space,
seafoam's white
battalions.
The orange earth,
the sun's
fiery waist
in agony.
So many
gifts and talents,
birds soaring into their dreams.
And the sea, the sea,
suspended
aroma,
chorus of rich, resonant salt.
And meanwhile,
we men,
touch the water,
struggling and hoping.
We touch the sea
hoping.
And the waves tell the firm coast:
"Everything will be fulfilled"
Pablo Neruda