The wind rushes past his ears,
And so he hears nothing.
All around him flies past in an instant,
And so he sees nothing.

Not trapped, not enclosed,
Just falling…

Words are whispered,
Sung softly from afar:
Te quiero…
Words like a warm breeze,
Like the harsh Sun,
Deep like an endless sea,
Like the eyes to whom they were whispered,
A dark and melancholy brown.

Beautiful but fleeting,
Those words fade away,
Blown by the breeze,
Scorched by the Sun,
Drowned by the sea,
Just as all beautiful songs,
Are destined to be forgotten.

Floating in the sea,
Is just like falling…

Everything seems like nothing,
In the cold embrace of those waters,
Things said just a moment before,
Are like a distant memory,
Or a Summer’s dream.

That memory,
That dream,
Is all there is of the world around.
Floating on the salty water,
Staring at the endless sky,
Empty but for a few whispy clouds.
All is forgotten but a handful of words,
And the feeling held within.

I dream of the sea,
When I am freefalling…