This place,

it was purity and air and summerhouses

And sky, and fish, and rocky pathways

and sweetness

It was cold there,

and it was far away,

the water was saltier.

Little shops lined the streets the way that children cling

to the skirts of their mothers

and there was always this regality in the air's wetness.

I'll dream of the place where the ocean is two seas,

I'll dream of the place where the ocean is two seas,

the castles build themselves

on hills cloaked in majesty,

the farther north you go, the more you are in that place,

enveloped in it.

The place where you are closer to the sky

and it is brighter to you.