I  T R U S T  M Y  C A P A C I T Y  T O  R I D E  T H E  W A V E  W I T H O U T  D R O W N I N G  M Y S E L F .
I understand the flux,
I can dance with the change.
In order to unravel what I fabricate,
i need something bigger, larger than myself.
Although, deep inside I know, I am already the ocean itself. 
That's why I take refuge in the sound of my primordial shell.

I a flexible and malleable, like a new-born cell.
I am unafraid.
Because the wave that I am riding
is part of the ocean to which I'll return. 
Come join wave-brothers this glorious aqueous fest!
Knowledge and experience are marrying each other.

i observe unruffled, like a huge storm's eye:
all waves seem like a dream, I laugh undisguised.

From the crest of the wave i can meditate
I am spashed by emotions, but peace undisturbed:
I know drops are fleeting, empty of themselves.

Who is riding existence? I can't find myself!
I laugh aloof and straight like a wise old jester,
joyfully unattached to his own play.

I want to learn to die meanwhile I'm alive,
and come all back to the ocean, all waves by my side.
Fear only bursts when I concibe myself as isolated wave
but then I wet my lips and I taste the savor
of the one white salt That makes us All the same.

I trust my capacity to ride the waves, without boosting in show:
The natural strength of water resides in its constant flow.
Water, rhythm, border, curves...

D I S S O L U T I O N  O F  T H E  W A V E,

D I S S O L U T I O N  O F  T H E  V E R S E,

D I S S O L U T I O N  O F  M Y  O W N .