I wrote this poem for this year’s edition of the Festival des migrations, des cultures et de la citoyenneté. It was displayed, together with an older poem of mine, during the Salon du Livre of the festival, which took place on the 8th of May 2022.


In the beginning, there was the sea.

I’d hear her at night, calling me.

Whispering waves and shrieking storms,

The plaintif tones of ghostly foghorns.


The sea in my heart paints me deep blue,

Wherever I go, whatever I do.

I tried to be other colours, in vain.

I’d always turn back to blue again.


The sea in my soul – behind a tall dam,

Wherever I go, whoever I am.

Tumultuous waves are indecent, they said.

I should be a pond with dull waters instead.


The sea in my mind makes me believe,

Wherever I go, however I live,

That freedom is mine: bright open skies,

An endless expanse before my eyes.


The sea inside me is forever sixteen,

Wherever I go, whenever I dream.

She doesn’t know time, she doesn’t know grief.

A beacon of light on an unbreakable cliff.


And in the end, there will be the sea,

A faithful old friend always with me.

When the sand runs out, at the end of time,

I shall be hers, and she shall be mine.

Veronica Badea logo/signature in black

~February 2022~

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