I marvel at the sea for, in its vastness,It neither takes a rest, nor sleeps.Beneath the apparent surface of fake calmnessThere is much more than what our eyes can see.I am seized by the enchantment of the wavesWhen gentle rollers sweetly wash the shores,Or when powerful breakers toss the vesselsExpressing their unrest in gusts of foam.And there are periods of fury and agitation,And the overhanging threat of tidal waves,Or mild wavelets whose sole contemplationMy tired mind of somber thoughts can save.We are swaying at the mercy of the tide.Life has ups and downs, as the sea waves.We are the captains in this hazardous rideTowards the inscrutable harbour of the grave.
Silvina Faure. Buenos Aires en el año 1967. Profesora de inglés. Enseña literatura inglesa en un colegio bilingüe. Escribe cuentos cortos y ensayos. Ha publicado en diversos medios, tanto impresos como virtuales.
Fotografía de Chris Coe (en Unsplash). Public domain.
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