THE VOICE OF THE SEA

On my heart,

parables written by the sea.

The air carries them away.

Among the green pines

the air from the sea blows,

opens paths

to the ground by its salty lips.

Separate. The sea brings words.

The sea knows the stela of the rivers

amd the smoke mouth of the factories.

The sea knows the dream of the lizard

and the way of lights of the stars.

The sea knows everything.

Be quiet.

Listen.

This afternoon it writes it in your memory.

   (From "Perhaps the light")