At the sea with one eye closed and one hand on my ear.
I feel and hear the sea within myself.
A stone, made smooth by the endless tide thrown into the water.
Ripples are fleeting forgotten time.
Since when did I stop holding onto a moment,
Since when did I stop regretting of a missing memory.
A boat sails into the water on a passing journey.
Glancing back at the seaside town,
My soull grows fonder of the distance of ancred seashore.