S.E.A
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
‘Vain man,’ said she, ‘that dost in vain assay,
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise.’
“Alem de seus Sonhos”
With the Cuban Spectrum Project:
Also in Spotify: (lower a bit your volume before you press play into the link)
https://open.spotify.com/embed/artist/6KjZkFNWeAe3N81oegns28