Rebel waves erase the footprints on the sand,
Challenging all human presence.
Motionless, I scrutinize my utopias,
Lingering over life as flocks of seagulls,
Occasionally gliding smoothly near the ground,
Occasionally ascending in a grey tinted sky.
One, bolder, comes close to me
Flying in an ever converging spiral,
It lands within reach and stares at me.
In its eyes the hope and tears of the seafarers.
Flaps the wings with the power of the eagles,
And with a light breeze it takes off,
All around just a sterile beach remains.
Beyond it, an endless sea of opportunities.