The Sea lies endless at the limits of the city and in its mirror reverberates the sky with its charming blue. Maybe the city is the one that borders the sea but in the dying man's eyes, the eternal waves are those that hover about our living place, which the man called it his property.
From a high cliff, with everything at my back, I look far away, trying to define the line that separates the sea and the sky.

the dying man
listening for the call
of eternity