They dance with the wind,
whirlwinds of sand from the water.
Yonder whirlwinds spin and fall back
over seashells and chains of algae
abandoned on the beach,
together with castles bashed by the waves,
labyrinths found among the rocks.
No one has seen them,
no one has discovered the mirage
created by the wood ignited
by your image
and mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem