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The Sea by Rafael Solís Español | Français

"And God said, Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so. And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas; and God saw that it was good". Genesis 1: 9-10

The sea of your eyes, the Sea of your neck, the Sea of your hair; the Sea that always flows into the Sea of my dreams, the Sea surrounding my Island.

What have you done to me, oh Sea that I can't forget your frothy spume that even as a child healed my sorrows and as a man my love wounds? What have you done to me, oh Sea, that every time I climb a mountain, no matter how high it is, I quickly descend to your shores to embrace your waters?

Sea, I say, and run with lightning speed to meet your waves. Sea, I say, and the salty taste remains on my skin, possession over which the sirens feud, as if infused with the rarest of perfumes.

When I was a child I strolled in the sea, I played in the sea. I also fished in the sea when I was a child. As a man, for a while, the sea was my playground of love. Later on… later on no longer was there any love in the sea, for evildoers came and took the water from the sea… Later we all left in search of the sea, far away from our own sea.

Someone goes by and asks me where I'm rushing off to so restlessly.

To the sea! That's where I'm going. To the sea!

Translated by Denise Maxwell.