I don't know which lights on board
darken the long night
and in me solemnly outline
the sensations in the shadow
fragile coasts
return the scattered sea
and on the sides of the hull
a monotonous sound
Only my lulled desires
tremble
at each indefinite promontory,
they resign themselves stiffly
to the railing
or, if a lighthouse comes around,
they are nuclear and white
but dawn
comes with candle flakes,
a sun of adolescence and soap operas
discovers the insulated lover
and a bell rings for breakfast.
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