Vnusart: The front of the sea

The sea Smiles in the distance. Teeth of foam, Lips of sky. What do you sell, O troubled youth, With your breasts to the wind? I sell, sir, the water Of the seas. What do you carry, O black youth, Mixed with your blood? I carry, sir, the water Of the seas. These salty tears, Oh, Mother, from where do they come? I weep, sir, the water Of the seas. Heart, and this bitterness That exists, where was it born? Very bitter is the water Of the seas! The sea Smiles in the distance. Foam for its teeth, The sky for its lips Federico García Lorca She was in relationship with all seas of the world, the sky and nature, she was nature

Digital painting 2048 * 2732 px 00:00:15 sec, 29 fps Frame dimensions 2048 * 2732