“The Sea Smiles” — Computer Art by kenne
Seawater Ballard
The sea smiles
in the distance.
Teeth of form,
lips of sky.
“What are you selling,
oh turbid girl,
with your breasts to the air?”
“I sell, sir, seawater.”
“What are you carrying,
oh black youth,
mixed with your blood?”
“I carry, sir, seawater.”
“Those salty tears:
where do they come from, mother?”
“I weep, sir, seawater.”
“My heart, and the grave
bitterness: where is it born?”
“How bitter, seawater!”
The sea smiles
in the distance.
Teeth of foam,
lips of sky.
— Federico García Lorca
Becoming is Superior to Being 
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