Poetry Collection

The Sailor

I just passed out, I dared, I believed that only a heaven in a hell fits, to give life and soul toa disappointment, this is love, whoever tried it knows it, because she ordered me with thelook that did it, With the glance that moved away and it was attracted, it was promised and
she threatened me, she reprimands and she gives me encouragement, she orders me and it is
closed, it strikes like the storm and it is warned against the seas, she laughs and I cry, shewonders and answers, it is granted and I deny it, from the rock, in that solitary place whereAdamite sunbathed, on the seashore.

I loved her with such intensity, as same it is said, Love, like all other passions, clouds thesight of men and thus only my visions were that kind of holes that she had on the sides ofthe neck, or her feet, wider at the tips and had the fingers attached by a membrane.After my melancholy, I felt very weak but it would not be true to say that they are governedby the weakness of my imagination to follow her when she headed towards the sea and sawher dive into it.

She was beautiful and lovely was so exalted, Beauty, without the need for supporters,persuades by itself the eyes of men, so I could not forget her and look for her for days onthe coast and in the nearby town, but I didn't find it.Sometimes, I feel sprouting in my heart the nostalgia for too beautiful continents that I haveseen in my dreams of love, I never abandoned it and I understood that what I had lived wasnot common. With melancholy, with resignation, with a feeling of defeat, I understood thatI had loved a mermaid and that this would not happen again.

My life was very short, and every moment is valuable, but I spent whole days sleeping andfull years dreaming in vigil, but I never saw her again.