Une Histoire de Plage

A beach story mixed with sand and water
In a seashell, the sail of a boat
Swinging on the edge of the sun
Carrying, who knows, our illusions born from the day before

I have too often shipwrecked
For not having known how to say
When it was necessary
With new words
The sea that I offered you
For your journeys

I know waves that roll gently
A weave of algae, clouds pushing east
Playing with color and painting music
Orchestrating the flowers of an aquatic casino

I give you the ocean
So that you remember
The races in the wind
That we used to do together
Hoping that love
Would be offshore

A beach story mixed with sand and water
In a seashell, the sail of a boat
Swinging on the edge of the sun...