Una finestra al mar

A window to the sea, a glance
and see the world go by between the boats and you.
Playing with chance when it paints
the Blue of blues with white crests.

A window to the sea and that net
to throw to the stars of the feelings we've lost
and never be able to set sail again
for a spell and clear water.

What must become of Antonia who has a house in Cefalù,
she opened her doors to five kids from Albania
like an ancient goddess who still believes in the altar.
The fishermen love her and leave her their nets

with silver mirrors.

A window to the sea and lose the anchor
and tear down so many lighthouses and renounce the stars... with you
to make our tomorrow
the fruit of an unpredictable art.

A small white window to the sea
that forces us to dream beyond our absurdities,
beyond this little self
that fills our hearts but empties our souls.

What must Samir think up on the minaret of Tangier,
his feet above misery and his eyes dreaming of Spain,
he'll strip his beautiful body and throw it into the waters.
Gods make it so that with the strength of longings and nostalgia
he can rig a boat...

A window to the sea for your eyes to inhabit
inventing spaces and limits of light
while a child drifts off
to the sound of the Girl singing.

What happened to Ianis who left Icaria
to go to Omonia Square and buy an emerald
so long, so many prayers and he hasn't returned yet,
a prisoner of an unexpected body,
of a desire he didn't expect...

A window to the sea, a glance,
a peaceful olive tree just at the corner,
a small white window to the sea
that forces us to dream...