relentless neo music your body when it hits the air
or dreamy kisses the sands of the beaches suspicious.
And I, above all and most of all, I have all your promises and all your silence ...
I carry, my sea, where land
to
smells and tastes like material promised
where the wind hits the rocks
and salt water has no
no fish, no seaweed, and crabs ...
But I'll take you to the next.
LUIS E. PRIETO