Under the mirror of the surface
life changes: you can float free
while gravity can do little or nothing.
light plays with its kaleidoscope,
creates reflections of every color,
and the seaweeds, clinging to the rocks,
dance slowly at that soft music.
the ruins of long-gone kingdoms
sleeps on the sand's immaculate pillow
a dream never awaked by anyone,
while the colored castanets of the shells
mark exotic Batic dances.
the salt of the water tastes like
an arcane liquor, if you open your mouth
to savour it.