I don't know how to love you...

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