Today the spume
lifts itself against the breakwater
like delicate Alencon lace.
The foam whirls, the waves dance
and my heart shakes itself
with the pounding of a drum.
Time and space that will last long,
together with the sea, this memory
and my next nostalgia,
soon, when I shall be far from here
and from your presence.
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