let's sit over there
you said and took my arm
and you took me with the wind
that distilled the corporeal perfume
of the Atlantic Ocean,
sitting on the bench
your eyes
buoyed in the sugary palm of each wave,
in the blue saliva of the sky that preyed
the left leg of the horizon.
Is it a dream, dad.
Am I dreaming about this?
I told you or asked you or confirmed you.
So I don't remember if you smiled
or you threw cigarette smoke into the sky,
but I sat next to you.
The colors of the universe followed each other
slowly and when the night came,
I discovered that my legs did not touch the ground
and that your face was young
and that your hands did not tremble
and so
us
that we had never been to the sea
we are there
still sitting
Talking about things that I don't understand
by the wind, by the sea, because it does not correspond
that no one
not even me
stop to listen
foreign conversations.