the flow is rhythmic, seismic, like a heart beat
when you feel so relaxed lying with a thick, polarized sunglass
on a beach bed, naked in an island with your beloved,
untalking for a while, sunbathing and getting more tan
this summer, it is like i am weaving a tapestry of love
in primary colors under the sun, enveloped i am with the
breeze from the sea meeting the hushing winds of the
big mountains, i close my eyes and listen to the sounds
of seashell and hermit crabs playing with their houses on their
backs. The sea is calm. The sands so silent caressed by
the constant lickings of the salty froth.
this is the world of listening. Suspended sight. Seing love more.
Holding skin to skin. Without eyes. Soul to soul.
You are beside me. This must be Paradise.
This must be the first destination to heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem