AT THE SEASIDE: JACKET KONY
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up
Till it could come no more.
The sea is one of our favourite places, and we want it to be clean, because it reflects who we are in our life. Imarit comes from afar across the sea, and therefore is a special place.
The sea, a vacation spot, a place to go and reflect. Where the breath seems to last indefinitely. Where sun and wind meet.
The sea has a special charm, the blue border. We can be happy and sad in an instant like wind and sun on our faces. We can hear the sound of plants shaken by the wind, the sea has its own melancholy that cradles us like the waves.
The sea brings us back to the memories of youth. The sea seems to have no history. Wave after wave. Those who come to the sea to admire a sunset, those early in the morning, venture onto the beach to witness the birth of a new day.
The sea, a place of natural religion, where the sea meets the sky. And the sky brings the sun. The sea is a place of light. We hide behind a hand, a pair of sunglasses, as if hypnotized. Under the sun it seems to us that time never passes, taken by our thoughts, struck by a glance. We forgive ourselves.
Pablo Neruda wrote this poem and we want to share it with you.
THE SEA, On the Blue Shore of Silence
I need the sea because it teaches me,
I don’t know if I learn music or awareness,
if it’s a single wave or its vast existence,
or only its harsh voice or its shining
suggestion of fishes and ships.
The fact is that until I fall asleep,
in some magnetic way I move in
the university of the waves.
It’s not simply the shells crunched
as if some shivering planet
were giving signs of its gradual death;
no, I reconstruct the day out of a fragment,
the stalactite from a sliver of salt,
and the great god out of a spoonful.
What it taught me before, I keep. It’s air
ceaseless wind, water and sand.
It seems a small thing for a young man,
to have come here to live with his own fire;
nevertheless, the pulse that rose
and fell in its abyss,
the cracking of the blue cold,
the gradual wearing away of the star,
the soft unfolding of the wave
squandering snow with its foam,
the quiet power out there, sure
as a stone shrine in the depths,
replaced my world in which were growing
stubborn sorrow, gathering oblivion,
and my life changed suddenly:
as I became part of its pure movement.
We like the sea because it helps us think. Today, in hectic times, the sea has this calm force that helps us relax and makes us understand, how?, What are the important things in life. The priorities.
Many years ago, in 1957, Roland Barthes gave us Mythologies, where he described the mountain as the place where the bourgeoisie went to rediscover civilization on vacation. The sea was considered a worldly place. But we find peace on some isolated, almost "abandoned" beaches.