Nichita Stanescu - Adolescents on the seaThis sea is covered with adolescentslearning to walk on waves, upright,sometimes resting their arms on the currents,sometimes gripping a stiff beam of sunlight.I lie on the broad beach, an angled shape, cut perfectly,and I ponder them like travelers landing.An infinite fleet of yawls. I wait to seea false step, or at least a groundingup to knee in the diaphanous swellbeneath their measured progress, sounding.But they are slim and calm - as well,they've learned to walk on waves - and standing .