Naked in front of you

however wrapped

in fragile existence.

From a distance you enlighten

that corner of the four pine trees,

where the heat wave

He will perhaps have pity on me.

Listen again

the cry harassing

of that cascade,

where the water just slips

on your lips,

and not wash away

your dryness.

Offshore

I find myself,

no more repugnant jellyfish

sagomarti in from afar,

and saltwater

to swallow.

And you great staglierai

down there

where dolphins

not afraid.

Des Agos