Jumping Rock God

The Sea

I dove in a sea of thoughts and ideas, a never ending mass of liquid translucent creations, dreams of surreal matter. A realm of false kings. Words, numbers, images and colours mixed; a wonderful net, created by imagination. In the mist of such greatness, trying to understand it all would only bring confusion and madness, but leaving it untouched is, without doubt , unbearable. So I swim through, letting it flow and instead of grasping it I simply feel it. I stop breathing – there’s no need to. My flesh moulds to the ever changing sea, I become part of the sea. I am the Sea.

Paz

A brisa marítima traz-me o aroma perdido desta rara manhã. Numa forma lânguida, o teu corpo estende-se sobre os lençóis; nada mais quer que um merecido descanso da batalha nocturna. Observo o mar, estendido a nossos pés, ressoando com um grave mas calmo rugido. A vibração, por ele criada, atravessa cada partícula do meu ser – procura-me, durante este meu reencontro. Hoje, transpiro paz.