What Is Paregoric Made Of

Sitting on the banks observe the sea.
That sea which carried away the ill-fated son of Padron 'Ntoni. That beautiful sea waves dashing against the rocks wet my sheets. I write by hand, I rediscover this pleasure. Folded in two on the paper proceeds, I raise my head and I see the sea. Open. After those rocks there is no more land, only the sea. Blue, great, you lose the horizon and soon will merge with the sky in a twilight pink and silver. Meanwhile
I think this sea sung by poets and writers. In this sea bad that it scares me. In this sea subtle charms me with his lapping.
More and more I look at you I love you, Sea. I know I'll miss the winter. Parting is always a pain. I was born and lived far from the sea, every day I would lose the sight in the waves forever. I fill this blue eyes, fills my soul with peace and quiet that only look at me can give. And I hope to bring a bit 'in the heart, to face the winter without you, the sea.