The Sea, My Album of Memories.

Sometimes listen to the noise
The sea is like browsing
A book of memories,
And I need it
Of those memories!

Each wave is
A scene from a movie
Of which we have been
The only protagonists,
Sitting on the beach
Watching the sunset
Or simply
A new dawn.

I remember when
You said to me: “I love you”
We kept ear
A shell
And we used it
As a telephone
Because our shyness
It kept us from looking at ourselves
In the eyes.

Now I am left alone
On this beach
And my tears
They get confused
With the waves
That tickles me
The feet!

Where are you,
Or my siren?
I am here waiting for you
Risk of collapsing like
A sand castle.

-Cilenti Emanuele