Costa Azul

Your bones are a reef of glass,
in an ocean of ideal flesh,
my eyes shed liquid gold into the sea
and crown you with a coral head,
the wind mutating, the tide carried me away,
I swam in embraces of bluish dimension,
I thought your arms were the salt of my nation,
America is beautiful, but I shipwrecked in Japan.

On the blue coast,
a photo of us against the light,
a kiss forever,
fused in Siamese bodies.

Although from a broken glass, my mouth drank,
the shadow of autumn and the final goodbye,
I will put all the seas in a vase,
and our summer framed in the living room.

On the blue coast,
a photo of us against the light,
a kiss forever,
fused in Siamese bodies.

On the blue coast,
a photo of us against the light,
a kiss forever,
fused in Siamese bodies.