The Last of the Line
Reasonable Astronomy
Ancient Sea
Music: Q. Portet/M. García García-Perez
Lyrics: Q. Portet
I left the steppe
tired and dazed;
pasture of anxiety.
There are no other worlds
but there are other eyes,
calm waters
in which to anchor.
Ancient sea, wild mother,
of uncertain shelter
that cradles the olive grove.
My confused and sad soul moos;
blue eyes in which to be shipwrecked.
I have missed you so much
small and fleeting homeland;
that when the cruel north arrived hurricane
let not the home go out in your port.
Ancient sea, wild mother,
on your shores on my knees I will pray.
Absurd land that made me absurd,
br/>nostalgia for a blue future in which to anchor.
Sad and tired,
with old friends
wine and singing;
as long as there is an olive tree in the olive grove
and a lateen sail in the sea.
Old gods
forgotten
keep us
free from all evil.
Ancient sea,
wild god
of the oak
and the gray olive grove.

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