Facing the ocean here, it's just a few meters away. With all its might and splendor. In my eyes, my ears, my lips, my nose. Deep within me, beyond my senses. The greatest show on earth.
No no no. The third greatest. The first is you walking, second your blush.
One can have a romance with the ocean, and nobody gets ever hurt. In spanish, the ocean is male, as in "el mar". But poetically, it can be female, too, "la mar". Even without going deeper into semantics, you will agree with me that the ocean is female, won't you? Deep, always beatiful, tirelessly working, ever-changing, unpredictable, moon-induced, tidal, seabed of all beauties and misteries, surface and depth.
The ocean, such a great companion. She is always there, you just need to know the tide schedule. The fact is, she is always busy, but she always manages to make some room for you when you go to see her. Her house is always ready for our rendez-vous. She loves surprise visits, too! She is a versatile and untiring lover.
She is an oracle, too. You can ask questions to her. She always gives you back a bit of yourself, like a mirror. Not an image, but something of our muddy insides, reflected in her surface for us to see.
I have searched for you on her, you know that. It started with the blue(s) of your eyes, but it soon became much more. A liturgical place. I always thought I had more chances to find you by the sea. You told me "I happen to live nearby". I came a thousand times, or more, and maybe I found you four or five times, by chance. Not bad at all, uh?
So a rich metaphor was created, initially without any conscience on my part. It created itself, really, I just caught it in words, day after day. My ship, my navigations, my game of encounter, the gulls, the sands, the beacons, the foz where the sweet and salted waters blend... The ocean was an inmense tapestry (you like that word) for your poetry to unfold. Here I have had a trillion thoughts about you, here I weaved a trillions words for you. Thousands of rendez-vous with you took place here, even without you. Here I always find you, somehow.
I like it all about this ocean. Sounds, sights, smells, taste... The constant hammering of the waves, their humble retracing back of the waters, before kissing the sands again. She is always the same, always different. More, she could turn colder or warmer or bluer or more tempestuous, or anything, and I would still love her. I won't tire you with more descriptions.
I like it ALL about you, too. My liking you goes beyond time. It is really as boundless as the oceans, or more. There is something about you I will always love, no matter what you may become overtime.
We may never share a house, but I feel you as my home. I know that, simply. This is why I use so much the word "eternal" when trying to describe my feeling for you. This is why I don't tire of trying to "win" your love.
The impossible bit was finding you, the remote possibility happenning, the spark of chance making our paths crisscross. You existed, we met!
(My love is a flow experience. I am a humble musician, but I know to spot flow experiences when I sense them. Flow experiences are NEVER wrong. They are a source for us to learn about life).
You have triggered something deep and powerful within me. This, alone, is beautiful in itself. I would love to see it developing, nurtured by your company and your love. It is a living thing.
The nacreous love, remember?
You are always my last thought before sleep. I wake up with you, too. Always. The in-between, the dream kingdom, you know well. Saying you are the woman of my dreams is so true, but it is an understatement. You are the woman of my waking life, too.
The waters are almost reaching me. The ocean is on the wild side today. It is so beautiful. Like the waves, my love is building up far away from the coast. Tirelessly, strong. You can see it, just grab your National Geographic binoculars.
When my wave reaches you on the shore, I will kiss your feet, sweetly, over and over. And if you allow it, I will spend my life reaching for you, caressing you. Like a wave, I won't tire of loving you more and more, forever, I may become your eternal wave. What a bliss.
Sándalo Naranja
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