Comforting Sounds

From my bedroom I can hear the beach,
with its soothing sounds
and its incomprehensible anger
frightening only experienced sailors

From my bedroom I can hear the ocean,
colliding against the sand
in a dance that remained silent
until someone could hear it

In the end we are all
just like Portuguese sailors
looking for a piece of ground,
that we can call home

From my bedroom I hear whispers
in a city that remains forsaken
every time it tries to be forgotten
in a foolish attempt of forgiveness

all those comforting sounds are a melody
sounding like a lullaby that lingers
since the dawn of times,
patiently waiting for a listener.