I have lost myself in the seas of desperation
Crossing the destiny to the atoll of your navel
And I have reduced my little heart’s palpitations
Just two or three times per century,
You never know how many knots
It will cost you to do offshore
Before you can find
A coffer of pearls.
I want the bathyscaphe of Jacques Cousteau,
Make the impossible trip of Sinbad
And raffle undefeated and winner
The extravagant fishes of Jonah.
Tomorrow, after the zenith of spring
When the silver waves throw you
On my edge, on my shore, on my side
And listen to the multifarious flock of birds
Being scared because of the beat of our breasts
I'll know we'll have done
The correct route
In delirium’s ship.
