• Sunset over the beacon

    Night falls
    And light leaves little by little the world.
    The sky becomes tinged with ruby-red,
    While the sea salty scent caresses me
    And its sweet voice rocks me.

    How can my plain pen
    Describe such a triumph?
    How can I,
    small and ephemeral human being,
    capture in my lines such a wonder?

    The sun has now disappeared
    Behind the dark outline of the mountains,
    Leaving on the snow-white clouds
    A slight pinkish hue.

    The sea is a sapphire board,
    A strip of precious cloth
    Swaying to the rhythm of the breaths of wind,
    Bearer or Life.

    What a beauty around me,
    quiet, peaceful.
    I dedicate these few words to You,
    which, although they come from my soul,
    could never even touch
    Your perfection.

    I only hope to be able to communicate
    my astonishment to you
    before Your greatest gift,
    before the most precious thing You grant us,
    so well represented by this normal
    but so touching landscape,
    before Life.