By Irlanda Ruiz Aguirre
“Rough sea, silent witness,
"of a passionate love" …
Fugitives, madmen, convicts
of the fury of a thousand volcanoes.
A thousand breathtaking volcanoes,
from a single flame,
they burn, they grow, they spread…
Distant, light ships,
found in a dream,
caught up in a romance,
forgotten in an instant.
Abstract, indecipherable words,
inscribed on papyrus,
stored far away
Tropical, enchanting scents,
tormenting, domineering.
Thieves, fugitives,
of a frivolous delusion,
tied to their intertwined bodies,
on a dark, memorable night,
a long-awaited night
Castaways…
People who have a feeling,
(Love?) suffocated by its longing,
an eternal and cruel punishment
with the sea as our witness…
“A turbulent sea, a silent witness”
"of a passionate love" …