I'm Looking at the sea from the shoreline
By Nelson Rodriguez, 11-03
The hidden light of the sea;
the mirror's still the same to me,
as before I drowned.
It's so quiet under the waves;
a house, where you can't be heard,
where you don't need to speak nor sleep.
Now I can't breathe.
My heart's breaking into pieces,
I hope they find a place to beat.
The soul of the sea has me floating
and all this sadness is 100 meters above me.
The terrestrial love is a mundane pleasure to me.
but the soul of the sea sets me free.
Though the water's hard to drink,
it's the only way I can cry;
it seems I have to learn to swim.
Now I can't breathe.
It's the bottom,
I can't go under.
I won't give up,
but I will get wet.