A tengerparton

The beach

To spy on the horizon, to shiver for minutes ... to listen to the swaying of the ships of the seagull's royalty ... to feel the cool breeze of the sea drying and to take the salty air of the sea and the stench of the shore of the sea ... to look forward ... let the sky and the contour of the earth ... to admire everywhere in the tiny twilight of the stars and to examine the restless waves that glitter in gold ... to look at the remains of a moon that is more like a sickle ...