XLV
(For Spanish translation click here)

I am freed from the chains of the sea

when the tide reaches me.

Let’s sail out forever. Let’s taste

the stupendous song, the song spoken

by the longer lips of desire.

Oh prodigious virginity.

The saltless breeze passes.

From afar I take in the wind of the marrows,

hearing the profound score, as the surf

hunts for its keys.

And if we happen to meet suddenly

with the absurd,

we shall cover ourselves with the gold of owning nothing,

and hatch the still unborn wing

of the night, sister

to this orphaned wing of the day

whose strength is no longer a wing.