Somewhere
Drawn in his sea

With a Sun that never
Wounds

Somewhere
My father’s house

That I never could see
Silence

The seagull’s wings
Caress houses’ roofs

Harbour’s embrace
Caress ship’s seals

Eyes’ breaths
And visual tastes

That respect their own roots
So dense

The seagull’s wings
Caress houses’ roofs

Harbour’s embrace
Caress ship’s seals

The church-steeple
Like a lighthouse

For the sailers
Who cannot see