Poros, Greece: Eternity

On the surface of the sea the winds fly high, The sand underfoot whispers of the secrets of old days. The depth of the sea is like a black distance, Hides secrets, dreams and sailing ships.

The waves, like the elements, rustle and sing, They bring their crowns of foam ashore. Through the salty inspiration of the sea, My soul floats freely.

In the sea of ​​heaven, the stars are like fire, Reflected in the waters like an eternal bridge. The sea is where our soul finds its way, Among the waves, like music, our dream is woven.