Losing control and being lulled,

By crystalline geometries;

The fluid of the waves;

The song of the whales;

The drunkenness of the depths.

A first impulse, driven by desire

To shape the dream swimsuit.

A certain idea of ​​elegance, as if sprung from the waves

At the rate of stopovers,

Trips.

Then lend an ear,

Listening to this sea that calls for change,

To review our achievements,

To preserve its beauty.

A new inspiration.