Sea

the lost gazewhere the sea rejoins the sky –never came back

for prayerthe song of the sea– Summer gently sloping

watching the seaand nothing else

au-dessus des chaumesau-dessus de la mer- les mouettes above the stubbleover the sea- the gulls

on its flanks stillthe blue of the sea -our bruises in heart

at the end of the pierthe infinite of the seaand me

So beautifulif it was not murderousthe sea.

To open the window one last time to breathe the sea.

Every dayon the sea ​​of his ancestorsthe same gestures.

To the song of the seaanswers that of the birdsat twilight.