In you you are all, sea, and yet, how lonely you are, how lonely, how far, always, from yourself! Open in a thousand wounds, every instant, like my forehead, your waves go, like my thoughts, and come, come and come, kissing, parting, with an eternal knowing, sea, and not knowing yourself. It's you, and you don't know it, your heart beats and you don't feel it? What a fullness of solitude, sea alone (Juan Ramón Jiménez).