mortinha de saudades de acordar à beira-mergulho...

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

E.E. Cummings


...sem fios nem cabos nem redes nem contas nem barulhos de máquinas nem ...só os pés na areia muitos quente ou a a pele arrepiada da àgua muito fria.... sem prazos nem pressões nem metas nem...só a sensação de victória de apanhar a concha mais linda a onda mais alta o último raio do pôr-do-sol