Malecón
Jan 27, 2025
In this city
when I lay by the sea,
all stops to be
but the waves and me.
Here, on Malecón
busy with its bikes and taxis
I lay overlooking the sea;
the noise has gone,
leaving the blue and me free.
The clouds peek
into the room el mar y me sleep
they wonder: how can a love be so still
so close to those streets.
I need not know how
porque, the mist feels too sweet
to spoil with words
the water has yet to clean.
Entonces,
here I will be,
laying by the sea,
waiting
for you to meet me.