Slowly, I have never ran madly beyond
any beauty, my broken heart broadcast shining stars,
crying,
I cannot laugh because it is too passionate
her swaying look holding me
though I am swaying myself, feeling the waves,
She’s rubbing, and I’m always missing her, even though she’s under me
(kissing smoothly) moving her small hands
her tongue touching me, and
my lips, screaming, glistening, loving,
as when the poet’s beauty is crying
and she’s shining brilliantly everywhere (talking)
the girls of the beach on the shining sand: whose Roaring waters of the Atlantic ocean
cross with the pink- blue sky stretched out in marijuana smoke,
walking car and love with me frantically talking
what is it about her that’s swimming
and special? Only something in me drinking
Her broken heart pulsating next to me
Beach, glowing under the red setting sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem