She has a secret,
a hiding place
where time disappears,
an empty room of free space,
the intangible benefit of the austere.
The ecru wall
opens itself to a stunning view,
a miracle of light, a breath of air
that entrances her,
draws her away from earthly despair.
The sky and the sea
reflect their placidness onto each other,
offering a performance
of harmonious sound and motion:
the water dancing
to the rhythm of the attuned waves,
to the melody of the soothing breeze,
inviting an enthusiastic sailboat
to follow her steps
and enjoy her ease.
The wide mouth of the Cadaqués bay
opens to a small town,
as if to warm her cool immensity
with cordial greens and calid browns.
A few white houses
with tawny roofs
blend with the landscape
of gray slate and olive grooves.
Lost in contemplation
she finds her true self.
She is part of creation,
as flawless as her view,
light as the air that swells her lungs
with a saline current of renewed life.
Her warm skin
shares the tan of the earth.
Dim gray spiral shells
cover her head,
floating on the curvy bright sea of her clothes,
dancing with the waves of their indigo blue stripes
and the light jaunty drapes.
She becomes the earth, the sky, the sea.
She has merged with nature
and she is bathed in bliss.