Almerinda Gaspar & Trovante

 

There's no far or distance

While the waves, 

Spherical

angry, uncertain, 

warlike, passionate,

by the sand and rocks,

were made at my pier, 

serene and rooted feet

on the tongue of the waters,

The moon rose in the mists,

Where do I get impatient

Where can I stand,

As far as I wait for you,

along with my fears,

I aspire to the possible

sargassum 

seven by seven.

And you come, and you go, 

warm image,

held back by the years,

Always returning,

sometimes foam, 

sometimes wind,

sometimes algae 

and more water,

And I remain resilient

like rock, 

glued to the old days,

I wait for you, I want you

and i rest cold.

Where love awaits you

there are no sparrows, 

only seagulls.

There is no seasoning,

except for the care 

From my salty waters

abundant, silent

That await you!

In my arms

In the dream, 

where you anchor

For a hug 

Full of sea air

I am content with this epiphany

clothed with joy,

that overflows

And I mask your lethargy

with my devout prayers,

In my fantasy:

this one to see you again

to love you again, to have you.

Glued to the inner dermis,

in the mouth, saliva, 

on the body, fever 

and in the soul, the calm

this immense longing,

that the night will hold

your sperm, to offer me

Today, always, 

and every day more.

There's enough time at sea,

you will come to meet me,

and even as time unfolds

in another life,

between sky and sea, 

you will come to get me.

I am the nymph of your ocean.

And you postpone the reunion,

Kept at Distance

this unholy and divine wound.