The distant horizon
an ancient painting
Black vultures on the rocks
in wild disorder
The faces of the fishermen are sweet
and strong bent over the nets
- There is silence even in the wind -
And palm trees and boats
and the ancient eyes full of salt
they look at the sea...
And in the silence I suddenly knew.
I knew that Old Ernest is looking at the sea. The old man and the sea... There is something that I am living with him...
No, it is not raindrops that slipped into my eyes. They were tears. Because I finally understood.
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