I NEVER SAW THAT DARK SOMETHING

The times I saw her I only looked
At the top of the staircase the balcony the clothes
The men on the beach with beads
Of ocean in their hands the corner
Where the bar stood
I never saw that dark something
In  her eyes breathing in the pleasure
The trees the body and dreams
On the beach
Ants the rise and fall of tides
The hands of the clock turning the search within ourselves
Written in a cipher of circles and triangles.

Traslated from Spanish by Rowena Hill