We will look at the sea
and in it we will discover invisible animals
that comb their navels with your eyes,
they drag struck by the moon
leaving on the sand
the sweet slime of bitter love that the
century pushes between the teeth of life.
Dark wings will burn the gray bark
of your joy
and I am not unaware that a blind and spiteful buffalo
comes smelling the air
angry with my soul
But he's on our side
like a good and loving friend
the sea,
they will not tolerate there in their castle of madrepores
Dolphins not even a bit of the loquacious venom that
the impetus of restlessness frays
against the feet of affection,
not in your eyes
not in your hands
And in that gloom that I stepped on
it will be necessary to see with what value
I held my gaze to death.
With how much light you devoured my shadows.
And with what mercy did you burn my ships
and my masks