Flor de agosto
Poeta que considera el portal su segunda casa
It was the soft noise of the waves in the ocean that invited me in.
The rhythmical sounds of the swaying water called my name and woke a curiosity I believe I had already felt.
As if the motion of the waves was the earth herself breathing.
I thought to myself that if I’d step into the water I would be part of her breath.
Would she receive my energy?
Would she know my heart?
Would I become one with her?
Or perhaps, I’d just make her sneeze.
The rhythmical sounds of the swaying water called my name and woke a curiosity I believe I had already felt.
As if the motion of the waves was the earth herself breathing.
I thought to myself that if I’d step into the water I would be part of her breath.
Would she receive my energy?
Would she know my heart?
Would I become one with her?
Or perhaps, I’d just make her sneeze.
