<<Thoughts & Poem to the End of Summer>>
Perfection is easy and impossible
… In the beach. Trying to find an angle for the sunset. Found. But then.
The sewer, the smell of the sewer < La Riera > takes over a bit. Takes over a lot.
The sea. The water. Wild waves drinking lazy waste.
Pink appearing. Extraordinary sight. Extraordinary stench.
I should walk a bit further. But I can’t get away.
Summer coming to an end. Mi verano, acabando.
Este encuentro transforma mi momento
Me apetece crear un poema para ella
. . .
Verano acabado
Verano acabando
Verano enterrándose
Trozo a trozo
Fleco a fleco
Manga a manga
De verano.
En la arena
Algodón turquesa
Enredado
Eso es lo que queda
Glorioso
De mi verano.
Dos mil
Dieciocho.
Un nudo
En ropa
Delicioso.
. . .