The sea furrows
My face observed by
the sun and moon
beside a memory of Valparaiso
profound, beautiful desire
for youth's drunkenness
ondulates far off
in the distance there
the sea furrows
a sail
brings unknown melodies
with the years’ rough sound,
in twilight’s mist
inside autumn afternoons
dreams undulate, arrive
returning from Valparaiso
and the insomniac port
remains dreaming
its eyes staying
close to my eyes
{ Juan Sánchez Peláez, Verbigracia, El Universal, 28 April 2001 }
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