No sailor's tide!

January 1st,
4 o'clock in the afternoon,
the irreversible tide,
brings and takes waves
that rise.

The tide brings offerings,
promises, regrets...

No surprise,
no surprise.
Novelties, no!
No novelty comes
to the shore.
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The happiness will never
sell on the beach.

The pupils of my eyes
went out for a walk
and took the papillae
of my memory with them.

A salt of gustatory memories,
a drink of the intimate, whole sea,
blue green gray.

The red tide of aqueous humor…
Black bird fluttering storms,
tearing sands
and beaches and feathers.

The sea is the best mirror
for the expressions I don't make
and the best reflection of a face
paralyzed by pain.

The sea inside the mirror
drowns unsuspecting sailors
hiding from the eyes
a thousand sea monsters.


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