Act I
The Awakening The sea opens its eyes in a whisper,
the tide caresses the shore with invisible hands.
A white bed floats among the rocks,
a sanctuary of calm,
where the body rests and the soul begins to listen.
the tide caresses the shore with invisible hands.
A white bed floats among the rocks,
a sanctuary of calm,
where the body rests and the soul begins to listen.
Act II
The Encounter She, dressed in light and foam,
surrenders to the salted murmur of the ocean.
Her hands cradle flowers
as if holding secrets stolen from the wind,
fragrances that speak without a tongue,
truths that burn without a voice.
surrenders to the salted murmur of the ocean.
Her hands cradle flowers
as if holding secrets stolen from the wind,
fragrances that speak without a tongue,
truths that burn without a voice.
Act III
The Silence In stillness, time is suspended.
The horizon becomes a blue confessional,
her face a mirror of the eternal.
No cries, no promises,
only the certainty that in the pause
truth beats louder than any sound.
The horizon becomes a blue confessional,
her face a mirror of the eternal.
No cries, no promises,
only the certainty that in the pause
truth beats louder than any sound.
Act IV
The Eternity The waves close the circle,
guardians of a story written in foam.
She lingers between the fleeting and the infinite,
her breath woven into the rhythm of tides.
The sea does not speak—
yet in its hush,
it reveals the language of everything unspoken.
guardians of a story written in foam.
She lingers between the fleeting and the infinite,
her breath woven into the rhythm of tides.
The sea does not speak—
yet in its hush,
it reveals the language of everything unspoken.
Here, silence is not emptiness but presence,
a vast expanse where the soul finds its own reflection.
Every ripple becomes a syllable,
every gust of wind a verse.
She dissolves into the horizon,
becoming echo, becoming memory,
a fragment of eternity carried by the water.
a vast expanse where the soul finds its own reflection.
Every ripple becomes a syllable,
every gust of wind a verse.
She dissolves into the horizon,
becoming echo, becoming memory,
a fragment of eternity carried by the water.
And in that eternal silence,
the sea confesses all: that love, like the tide, retreats and returns;
that beauty is fragile yet unyielding;
and that the truest whispers are those
the world will never hear—
but the heart will never forget.
the sea confesses all: that love, like the tide, retreats and returns;
that beauty is fragile yet unyielding;
and that the truest whispers are those
the world will never hear—
but the heart will never forget.
A Film By
FJ Benítez
FJ Benítez
Starring
Lucía Montes
Lucía Montes