Diving
Fishes as sweet as pebbles are wandering
Throughout the night of the sea, and my eyes
Are lost in the drawer that hides the stars and the candies.
I have grasped the tree of coral, and the bliss
Of being alive reverberates into my knees.
Treacherous Island, I love thee, I love
The deceptive sound of the waves, I love
The insidious poison that makes the palm-trees grow
From the salt of the sea to the scars of the sky.
A large expense
Staying here.
Staying over a large expense of land and wind.
Staying here, mute.
My eyes do not reach to the sea
But I know the sea to be close,
Requiring from me to stay here
As if I were the lighthouse,
The watchtower, the observatory
Thanks to which the sea still receives
The soft and faint orders emitted by the stars.
