Some swear they’ve seen her only for an instant, when the sea is calm and the light filters like a dream.
No one knows where she comes from.
She rises, silent, naked as the first wave of the world. Her body moves among the prairies of posidonia, where the island’s breath merges with the water.
They say she lives there, beneath the sea, and sleeps wrapped in the dancing green.
They say she is the goddess of love — not the kind that possesses, but the kind that transforms.
Everything she touches changes shape, everything she meets becomes light.
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Many sailors have not resisted her song.
It wasn’t a voice — it was a call inside the soul, a desire that burns slowly like the sun on salt.
Those who followed her say the sea tastes like her skin,
and that in her arms, one forgets air, land, and time itself.
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