Et deixo un pont de mar blava

I leave you a blue sea bridge
that goes from dream to your eyes,
from Alcúdia to Amorgos,
from your belly to my heart.

I leave you a bunch of questions
to fill your fingers with light
like the one that lights up
the gaze
of the children of Sidon.

A bridge to help plow
the ancient skin of the sea.

To awaken the noise of all times
and teach us the forgotten gesture of rebels,
with the rage of song,
with the strength of the body,
with the joy of love...

A blue sea bridge to feel face to face,
a bridge that unites different skins and lives,
different.

I leave you a bridge of hope
and the old lighthouse of our tomorrow
to serve as the north
in your navigation.

I leave you a verse in Sinera
written with a trace of luminous blue
that sang in Alghero
to sing its longing...

I leave the water and the thirst,
the ignited dream and the memory.

And in Ponza, death
to live facing the sea... the sea... the sea.
The space full of light
where the sea reflects... the sea... the sea.

The blue of our silence
where the song always arises.

To awaken the noise of all times
and teach us the forgotten gesture of rebels,
with the power of song,
with the rage of the body,
with the joy of love...

A blue sea bridge to feel face to face,
a bridge that unites different skins and lives,
different.