What are you buying and selling
Oh dear daughter of sadness
with open breasts.
`Sir, I am a hawker of
sea water.'
Oh youngman of darkness
What are you carrying
in your blood
`Sir, I am carrying
sea water.'
From where comes
so much of tears
`Sir, my last resort is
to cry for sea.'
Dear heart,
My eyes are sea
flowing from the sky.
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