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Ich bin einverstanden.
Here is a series of sea photos of young people, elders and those in the middle of the path. This is my third visit on the Black Sea coast, the first time was when I was about eight years old. The second time was at the end of June and the third about a week and a half after the second time. There are many things I want to tell you about the sea, such as I've never been a fanatic of the beach, but still every summer I find myself in a blue pool whose edges my eyes can’t see. I want to tell how my father took me to the sea and how I was afraid to jump on the trampoline in the dark because the sea scared me. How did I feel when my mother first sang to me "the sea loves only the living" or when I was in Sicily and the rescuer had to take us out of the pool, because my stepfather and I almost drowned. Also about waiting for the waves, with pebbles between your toes and the seafood buffet. About the psychedelic swimsuit that came to my grandmother, went to Belgium and found its luck in Puglia, where Vincenzo and Frank taught it how to stay afloat from noon to sunset. I also want to tell how the sea called me to tell me that my poetry is fine when everyhting wasn’t. Sometimes I think of the sea, how it walks me around rooms furnished with soft sunrays, under the water only one radio station plays. Grandma had a rapanа in a jewelry box, I used to listen to the sea from it like a one-way conversation in a booth, paid with the last penny in my pocket. I don't know much about the sea, nor it does about me. Sometimes I think about the sea and the sea thinks about me.
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