The waters are crystalline clear, my dear
and white waves form longlasting rollers.
Young people and older ones play without fear:
Where are strange umbrellas and bowlers ?
The clouds and the winds are playing their game
of change in pictorial meetings.
And nature again is a beast not to tame:
a friend and a foe full of greetings.
The turmoil of tidings in summer and spring
in winters and autumns of colours
form now altogether a wonderful thing:
there's life without €uros and dollars.
This rhytm of natural beauty and strength
seems playing around with sheer kindness.
A lingering life is now asking for thanks
and then takes away all our blindness.
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Jan Arends, Torroella de Montgrí, (Girona)
Text and photograph. 'Poetic lines',2008
