I come from the side of the sea
I come from the side of the sea, I’m ethereal, maybe liquid, transparent. Gentle and tender cherishing your feet when you slowly approach, or noisy and turbulent, violently alone. I come from the side of the sea, from the side of the far, from the side of the dark and empty night. I wave my hair towards you, sometimes away from you, I turn around in farewell to immediately turn back with a smile that opens in yours, tender and warm.
I come from the side of the sea and it is unimportant how many harbors I inhabited, how many ships I wrecked or how many men I wounded, because in coming from the side of the sea all is forgotten in the long miles traveled to encounter you.
I come from the side of the sea but I don’t curse the wind, the night, the sun, the discomfort of rivers and seas, or the quietness of my travels. Because coming from the side of the sea many dreams and beauties accompanied me, and many times I was reborn from within.
And when the day comes that I leave the sea I shall encounter you again in the eyes of a beggar. I will look at him beyond the embarrassment of a too prolonged look. He will take my frozen, small, tired body and within a mysterious magic he will invent a cover which will surround me with sweaty vapor and forest scents. And so, warm, protected, loved, I may again depart smiling at the loneliness of the wet night of the sea to tell you again, in another harbor, that I come from the side of the sea.
Emilia Zá, Jul. 2001
[Translated from Portuguese]
3 comments:
Dear Emilia,
As a lover of mermaids in general, and za's in particular, I am very proud to be the first one to leave a comment on your beatiful site.
Sea you! Pee (No pun intended).
Querida Emilia,
I might be one of those who sit back in hidden admiration...
continuas a comover-me com o que fazes.
um beijo
MJoao
As the murky waters parted and the jewel underneath became clearer, I went to reach for it...but, hesitating, I wondered...would I change what I was aiming to grasp, simply by touching it or in my attempt to? Alas, retracting, I sat back, allowing the gem to flourish and reflect the lights and undercurrents of the waters as its structure and rythm so pleased.
besos, from downunder.
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