let me explain to the birds passing by
in the unbounded color of the sky
release the waves immediately in your hands
which you hold tightly when we meet
your face has long been stranded on coral island
I know when the tears of your tears groan
but still you hear the rumble of the waves
splashing the foam on your dazed eyebrows
the night does not let go of the cold you send
your boat floats on the back of the season
because the voyage has been transformed into an old continent
playing froth with a watery humming of the eyes.
