What about the sea?What is it for me?A metaphor of futureWhere all the dreams can sinkIn its immortal flowingI can see the lifeThat it is here todayBut can leave me tomorrowFor me just a dayTo live in the prayerOf my sad adolescence Being a boy of clayI transform my faceMyself I createAs the one I wonderedTo be along my wayWhat’s this vanityI see…