SOLILOQUY IN THE WAVES.

Yes, but here I am alone

A wave builds up

perhaps it says it's name

I don't understand ,

it mutters,

humps in it's load of movement and foam

and withdraws.

Who can I ask what it said to me?

who amongst the waves can I name?

and I wait.

Once again the clearness approached

the soft numbers rose in foam

and I didn't know what to call them.

So they whispered away

seeped into the mouth of the sand.

Time obliterated all lips

with the patience of shadow

and the orange kiss of summer.

I stayed alone

unable to respond to what the world

was obviously offering me

listening to that richness spreading itself

the mysterious grapes of salt,

love unknown

and in the fading day only a rumour remained

further away each time,

until everything that was able to

changed itself into silence.

NERUDA.

Very impressive piece.

The best

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I find it to be incredibly beautiful- for me it's Neruda at his best.

It is incredibly beautiful Angelica. I agree.

heavenly.