They must have been rocks of sweet coal
Inside the liquefied iron
Of a moon that melted one of its quarters
Like a mulatto shiver
Or a white flight of fishermen's hearts
Dry water of a beautiful abstract sky...
Who knows if there were satellites or comets
In a wrinkle-free dawn
Large clouds of mold and oil
Paired like anchovies< br/>Or a vertigo of small pieces of fish
In the black light of lettuces...
From the sea I came and loving exhausted me
Because you can't set the sea on fire...
Perhaps he had nerves and whips of hurricanes
Deep dark souls
Between the vertebrae of glass and foam
Screams of lions the waves
Or lace curtains closed on flours
Warm bodies of blonde mermaids...
Maybe he had died without wind in his lungs
Scratch of brown concrete
Sleepless star boats to mop up
In Neptune's rooms
O swirls of sand among the bald dunes
In the footsteps lost by someone...
I have blood from the sea and I will remain bitter
Because you can't calm the sea...
My parents loved each other over there
In one August and another sun drowned
Tongues of fire and strawberry grapes
When the day still walks
On the tiles of the sky
And he never seems to sit down...
And I'm panting in front of the sea
Because you can't tame the sea...
And like a stone I will blacken
To consume
To tar
To overflow
To flow
To foam
To call
That sea that was a mother and that I don't know...

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