In the early morning
in the middle of the sea
I am far away
from its shores
It has no limits
celestial or marine
no noise, no swaying
only rhythmic breezes
It is immense
but it has no maps
neither paper
nor virtual
Like this,
naked
I intuit its route
its presence
at nightfall
when I joyfully
I arrive at its beach
breathless
with my eyes fixed
on its centre
that looks
and I don't see
that I feel
and I don't touch
Almost close
I sense a path
always different
a water route
sometimes dangerous
dangerous
of waves and waves
that take me away
Every night
until the wee hours of the morning
I struggle to get there
where the dawn breaks
right in the centre
of this inner sea
And from that centre
I glimpse
the distant world
behind a wall of stars
still twinkling
fading
And I return
of an armful
between tossed sheets
and full of you
to the margins of reality
to the daytime task
Where I remain efficient
because I am nourished by the murmur
of the language I learn
to speak
every night
in the centre
of my inner sea
igor parra
