Pensive and silent is the sea at night;
by the day it was full of rage.
The boats that rocked and the winds that swayed the masts
were like images seen in a dream.
Now the sea is calm
like a thought that wandered and came back tired
to feel its own sound, the whistle of the restless gale.
Here on the shore she would always come
to spend some moments in the thought,
now audible in the starlight and the quiet sea.
Thinking in the presence of the sea
is not a matter of being lonely and sad;
it's a matter of choice,
a matter of feeling
what the sea would feel
when a solitary heron would sail on the wings of some massive cloud
and come to watch with solicitude
the woman and the sea, and the deep calm.

Sushama Karnik  Image: Courtesy Souheil Ghammachi

Image and inspiration courtesy Souheil Ghammachi

Souheil GhammachiTimeline

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I think about you all day long.
And the night I rethink.
Thinking about you is not a matter of loneliness.
It is a matter of feeling  
(Translated from Portuguese)

Penso em você o dia todo.
E a noite volto a repensar
Pensar em você nāo é uma questāo de solidāo.
É uma questāo de sentir.
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