Through an endearing moving poetry, the Sea reveals all her passion, love and jealousy to the Moon. In hazy nights, they dance, slow. Waves become a motion ritual where the Sea´s clumsy sandy feet stumble coveting the wind, arousing her into the great gale to become full of the Moon´s breath. And not only her feet get excited, the Sea´s lathery finger tips also fondle the satellite´s face, which reflected upon the aqueous mass darkness, lights up her pitch-dark solitude