Wisteria and the sea

Where the whitewashed stone walls clamped the hand of the wind, the narrow road flows down steps
to the impossible blue of the sea and does not flow into it.
Theres a stone rose on the wall - a portrait of the Nautilus pompilius. The ancient impression -
,, an ordinary ship,, - is sealed in stone and does not see white-sided boats in the sea.
There, wisteria argues with eternity, fluttering lilac strands in the wind