Waves folding and unfolding onto shore, their rhythms
keeping time in the beauty of an incessant pleasure
entering broken hearts.
A particular omen that charges into all areas of life,
being wrapped in an enticing silhouette, as rhythms
enter in.
Taking charge and keeping pace in this world as long
as possible, wandering sandy shores, unafraid of break-
ing waves, crashing in sequences of pure innocence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem