I don't know how to love you without the sheaf,
without the mouth and the crying out voice
bleeding as a tree without roots:
death plunges into the sea as a fish
and deep, springing like a female deity
in the sky, shakes the salt words.
You caress my hair tenderly,
lacking of all solitude, mirroring offence.
Betrayed will remain love,
a ballast of defeated fear .
I'm sure you are back
onto the white moon and the blue ship
on you way to a blidfolded utopia telling you:
look at the ancestral honey eye
now that is still not too late.
Trans.by Andreu Torregrossa Morant