The song of the kiss without a port
The water steals jasmines from the heart of the dark night.
Washing white with salt on the high terraces of pain.
You and I and a kiss without a port like a black braid.
You and I and a kiss without a port on a ship without a flag.
The raven at the bottom of the abyss, seagulls on the jetty.
Coals of love in eyes like a black braid.
Coals of love in eyes and eyes in sadness.
Sadness in the sea, the sea in the blind moon.
And the moon at the mercy of the wind like a black braid.