rhapsody

Today, my thoughts are taken out of a playful wave’s tale.

In their timidity seem are touching gently the fine sand,

but in reality, they're liking better to get camouflaged

in a unitary sound of the sea’s Rhapsody from a realm

which was created in a fairyland of a savaging cosmos…

There… the sea is psychedelically blue in the summer and

irritably in the winter, gliding more in a grayish hue. Reason

for sailors to describe it as the one with a world of its own

meant to urge you at melancholy while its tints penetrate

the fiction to conserve the myths, the legends, the poems.

This fact affected, in the beginning, the sea’s name, famed

as Póntos Áxeinos and later, during the age of colonization,

as Euxinus, remaining so for a while, a preferred one, ideal

to take you somewhere in a delightful classy colony, where

wild ridges have never been conquered, but only the hopes.

So, today I walk in a realm touched by those whose muses

know a formidable trick to tempt you in music’s phantasms

while their charming intelligence with any daily habituation

dances with the spirit of the ink… [like a playful wave’s tale].