COME, SEA!
-
Kristina Toteva (Bulgaria)
I will make a path with barefoot waves and
with eagerness towards you I will surrender.
To live, I will head to you that
I may give you all of me;
for you are my air in the languid womb and
my hands frozen with a cry,
bringing comfort and always a new joy,
memory, or simply a moment.
I will press you with tender fingers and
languid, as always,
I touch your salty splashes, I will make a
shelter, even in my last corner;
for you, for I, at the foot of the cliffs we
will be the first, last burning bodies,
which with love will fill the dreams and
will drive away dry, desolate loneliness.
Come sea, spill over me!
Silence my breath with your wet kisses.
Above us heavenly radiance will sway,
given to the foam to warm us.
Come, sea! I am already at your shore.
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