a kiss without port/un bes sense port
The water steals jasmines
From the heart of the tanned night
White laundry of salt for the high top of sadness
You and me and a kiss without port/destination, as a black plait
You and me and a kiss without port/destination, with any flag
You and me and a kiss without port/destination, with any flag
The crow at the end of the cave, seagulls at the dike
Coal of love into the eyes, like a black plait
Coal of love into the eyes and the eyes into the sadness
Coal of love into the eyes and the eyes into the sadness
The sadness into the sea, the sea into the blind moon
And the moon as a taste of the wind, like a black plait
Maria-Mercè Marçal
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