The sea is the endless mirror of the sky; sometimes calm, like the deep breaths of a sleeping lover, sometimes furious, like the cry of the earth rising from its depths. Its waves caress the shore with white fingers of foam, whispering a secret that only shells hear. In its heart, the endless darkness grows coral seedlings and the fish dance with light. The sea does not die, it only changes shape; today it is a gentle azure, tomorrow a rebellious gray. But always, always, it has the voice of the heart of the earth.