consumed the hull of the old and greenish
felucca
rests on the shore ...
seems to cut off the wing
who still dreams in the sun and the sea.
The sea seethes and sings ...
Sea and 'a dream sound
under the April sun. The water boils and
ride with the waves and foam milk blue and silver,
the water boils and laughs
under the sky blue.
The milky sea, the sea
reluctant
that laughter blue ride on his harp, silver ...
boils and ride the sea! ...
The air seems enchanted sleep
fog in bright sunlight whitish.
beats the seagull in the air and the late dormant
sleepy to fly, it stands out and is lost in the haze of the sun.
(Antonio Machado, The sea )
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