A boundless sea
with countless tides
infinite waves
repeating and repeating
round and round
left and right
up and down
never knowing where they lead us
is there a destiny
or are we moving
endlessly?
with countless tides
infinite waves
repeating and repeating
round and round
left and right
up and down
never knowing where they lead us
is there a destiny
or are we moving
endlessly?
Célia Ascenso
Um mar sem limites
de marés sem fim
ondas infinitas
repetindo e repetindo
à roda, à roda
para a esquerda e para a direita
sem saber onde nos leva
há um destino
ou apenas estamos a mover-nos
sem fim?
Célia Ascenso
We make our destiny with the help of God.
ReplyDeleteWe can, we must try at least.
DeleteMuito boas, a poesia e a foto!
ReplyDeleteObrigada! É o nosso mar, visto do Sítio da Nazaré.
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