Across the sea

Grandmom was born by the sea

and me on her lap

listening to the tales that swayed as the waves broke

the fort of the granite walls

of the ocean of love

that was my grandmother's sea.



I was born in a city by a beach too

Grew up too soon counting its old waves

grey and frothing

like life breathing a mad run for the sea.




The ocean and its gem stones and its treasures wild

its stories, folklores, grandmother's love

my soul mate's warmth.



This city has no sea.

The city of 'dreamers', protests and love,

a perfect Bertolucci reel.



I yearn for the sea, for my grandmother

and you!

Hold me in your waves as you come as an ocean of dreams.

tell me the stories of the bottom of your heart

tell me tales of Latin America's dream

and Arctic's snow


Come here as a sea

for Eiffel to see a non camera eye

,

human, my mother of pearl,

my large blue sea.