Beyond, the Sea
What will remain of those waves,
beyond the hot stems from the August sun,
of wrought iron and dull light bulbs.
What will remain of that eternal and heavy movement,
beyond the concrete barricades that dominate, in vain,
What will remain of that heat, of that heavy dust
of dead soil,
of rust greedy for life
of vivid and blinding colors.
What will remain of that sea,
of that perpetual brackish screech that
devours the shore,
of the wrecks that lie unarmed,
of salt and flavor
Text by Clara D’Ambrosio