I spoke with the waves which capricious come to the shore. They seem to play with each other who first arrives to lap the beach which curious awaits. They told me that everyone of them carries a mystery of the sea that later becomes a grain of sand and now I know why the grains of sand are different from each other. They are the mysteries of the sea brought by the waves for those who want to listen to them.
4.2.'14
The original poem ("I misteri del mare") is in Italian. There is no good translation for a poem. I apologize for mine. Corrections are welcome. As far as the sound of the poem is concerned, please, read the original poem.