Footprints
I’ll sing for the eternal
the borderless I shall hymn
the little wave whispered
the exquisiteness of her flesh
the elasticity of her contours
I’ll praise like a virtue and
a high tide of my desires
under the grey cloud
wish for my humble refuge
serenity resurrected
in the watery state of my mind and
my rekindled passion
for my beloved’s body
wisdom I shall spread
over the infinite and
in the footprints of passersby
about the seahorse, I shall sing
and for its endless desire
while the whisper of the breeze
wishes to all good afternoon
Libros Libertad 