Author: Juan José Camisón

Translation: J. Bloomsbury


To go far, far away, drunk with impatience,

 exploring new kisses, words, latitudes,

 leaving the books read and forgotten,

discovering other echoes in other new lips ...


  Neither the beautiful gardens that reflect your eyes

  nor the deep seas sailed by my ship,

 won't anymore hold my drowned heart

  by the rough deserts in moonless nights.


  Sailing, pulling ahead, rowing full steam,

crossing seas, miles, captain or cabin boy,

  and navigating quickly to remote beaches.


  Leaving behind mermaids, worries, shipwrecks,

  and advancing through the silver trail that promises

  blue freedom songs, peace, islands of pleasures.