The water is all around me, dressing me with its motion,
movement, salt. The sensicality of existence is astounding
and dominant when it is told by the story of water, the ocean,
obviously life's precious, earth's blue and salty blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dressed by the ocean you are carried in its waves.
I imagine a more poetic and complex poem about the ocean could have occurred to me- longer and deeper, but this is the one I wrote for now.