Valiente como la
espuma,
que rompe en la
ola
y no vuelve al
mar.
Mira desde la
orilla
un horizonte sin
fin,
la espuma descansa
en la playa y se
sumerge
en la arena para
volver
a empezar.
Si la ola me trae,
sigo su curso,
al viento dejo
soplar,
el mar, el mar,
es cuanto queda,
en la memoria
del verano.
Rolando Gabrielli2026
Brave as the foam
that bursts upon the wave
and never finds its way
back to the sea.
From the shore it watches
an endless horizon.
The foam comes to rest
upon the beach,
then buries itself
in the sand
to begin again.
If the wave bears me,
I follow where it leads.
I let the wind have its way.
The sea, the sea—
it is all that remains,
held in the memory
of summer.
