Poem from my past


In the light and in the noise
The little village wakes up:
Children and women, on the beach,
Wait for the night fishermen.

The sea looks like a ribbon of moire.
The sails of the trembling boats
Are like light white dots
On the blue and black depth.

Great birds pass through the air,
Wings open, and the sails
Among the last stars
Shine in the azure of the clear sky.

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