If death comes from the sea, let it take you whole

A glass of fine white wine,

And you are mine.

A little bit of bitterness, and then a sweetness.

Summer hums around me, like a moment from two thousand twenty-three,

By the sea,

On sand, blessed by your skin.

Behind us, there are those high cliffs,

And you and your kisses

Comes with a bit of laziness, and then the hate it brings.

Salty blue waters hugging me, like a moment you and I sleep carelessly

and

We live in two continents… One demonic city

Where I’d lost you easily.

But it’s my victory on you, there in the eyes of the seagulls.

While hearing your scream comes from the depth of your bones.

My unanswered questions taking their revenge cruelly,

My dreams soaring from the shadow of your weak, vulnerable, but delicate body.

One little spark

Is enough to ignite the flame of my cries for help just like yours.

And yet you may not understand what my eyes are saying

And how I’m slaughtered softly.

I might be misunderstood ‘cause I had more than you think.

I was rich by my love for your beauty, but you never placed me at the same level as me.

Take your father’s gun

And shoot me, instead of killing me slowly.

They say, in the south, “If death comes from the sea,

Let it take you whole.”

So I chose to drown

Like the rebellion of the moon against the sun.

To find my victory in the nights,

Trembling with fear

Of the dawn you may bring again.