This love will not pass when all the prophecies are gone. She is above vanity and more than us. She is far above all our present and past loves, for they are easily scattered by the sigh of the north wind. And here the wind can be any: north and south, east and west, and even changeable in direction and swirling into a whirlwind. If only it was saturated with splashes and salt... Yes, we confess our love for the ocean. You can whisper about it in the ear of the wind, you can shout about it without fear of contempt.