Coastal impressions

I walk naked through the eroded dunes, I walk along the sea, closer to the sky. I rise and catch sunrises, I change them into sunsets, then I dive into the sea, I raise a foamy wave with a whirlwind, I call out with an echo on the sandy shore. Having spread out in the beds of fog and mist, having woven the pattern of my being on the bird's wing, I run, I fly to the wind to shake the seashore, to catch the rush of coastal reeds, to lay my heart to the rays, to lean my cheek against the washed stone... Let my soul cry like a white seagull, restless, let the morning dew beads beat on the sand, the horsetail and the sedge, let the sounds spoken be scattered, let the dust of time drip, let... Have I gone far?